[ What's up. We probably didn't mean to meet in the funhouse. ]
... This is still happening?
[ Yep. Which means we see a memory:
Accompanied by near-strangers, you make your way through the temple. Past the halls of weathered stone, you pass through a gray-walled jungle shrouded in vines and grass and bits of debris that litter the floor, following a path on the ground where footsteps have worn away the foliage. This, you know, is the path that other priestesses have walked on their pilgrimages.
At last, the final door is in sight. Beyond it is the altar where the Dragon God should lie dormant in its vessel. Here, you will perform the ritual. You will take the vessel, release the dragon from it, and offer your very life to it.
Once the sacrifice is complete, the village will be saved. However...
( ... also, if you notice little floating particles in the air? You can 100% see them. They are everywhere. ) ]
he's all soft at the edges, actually, like. it's funny how much this seems to have spoken to him, from finding a new purpose after your old one was lost, to the vibrant and bold love for her people. his tail swishes gently behind him. ]
But I'm glad that you did. You love your people, it's clear.
[ ... ]
You awoke to some sort of power, did you? From your realization?
I suspect that it was because of the others that my power awakened. I could perceive something about them when we met... something that called to mind the heroes of legend. It seems they all had such a power.
It was a strange and unusual series of events that brought them to me, but perhaps it was some kind of fate. If not that, then fortune.
[ in a way, they kind of match. reflections of one another. jiaoqiu is going to say more, but the mirrors shiver and change, and behind him, a memory of a long life starts to play.
Leaving Rainsoar to join the frontlines of war is an ambitious journey. But this is what you're called to do, you tell your master.
"While the Alchemy Commission is a good place to be, it is ultimately not compatible with my wish to practice medicine for the masses. The one place that requires a healer the most is undeniably the battlefield where the Yaoqing's forces are."
So - you leave your ship - the Xianzhou Yaoqing - and you head to the outer planets to join the efforts. All you've ever wanted to do is heal people, since you were small. This is what you wanted and you show up to the battleground with a vigor in your step, a determination to help. You improve your medicines - cauldron-based medicinal formulas that can be used in a multitude of ways, in order to adapt it to the increasingly challenging, complex, and unpredictable environments that the soldiers must brave. You win the trust of officers and soldiers alike, and your name is often uttered among the troops as someone worthy of respect, who knows what he's doing. You patch the dying, and they thank you, and then they march right back out to battle.
You patch them up. You save them from death. The bugle call for departure sounds off. And they march.
You patch them. They march. You patch them. They march.
Every day is the same, save for the number. Every night, there are less of the faces you know around your cauldron. You look up, and the foxian that called for you to give him an extra bowl last night is gone. One of the other soldiers, a quiet young woman with a bushy red tail, tells you he was found unresponsive on the battlefield yesterday evening, arms ripped from the sockets. The next evening, she's gone too. There wasn't enough of her left to bring back to the camp, they say. Terrible, terrible news. These young lives still end up lost in the endless, ravenous war. It doesn't matter what you do to stop it.
You do this for many years. Year after year, the faces were all different, yet they radiated the exact same vigor and hope. Year after year, only a handful ever make it back. It crawls up in your chest like a frost that will never melt. One day, as you're standing out in the middle of camp, trying to take in some fresh air, away from the smell of blood and rot, you hear screaming coming from one of the tents. Agonized wailing, calling for help, help me, help us, Jiaoqiu --
Before, you might have cried. It's only after blinking several times that you realize that both your eyes are dry. You no longer have any tears to shed. There's something comforting in the emptiness of it, and you sink down into it with relief. Nothing hurts if you don't have the energy to feel it.
Like a useless idiot, you saved a fish named "Life" out of the cauldron called "Death," only to watch it struggle and dive back into the boiling broth. If the patients that you nurse to health are destined to hurtle toward death once more, what is your purpose as a healer?
Your General, a smart and fierce woman named Yueyu, brings you to her tent every night to discuss what's next. She tells you about a girl that she managed to rescue from a borisin camp, a ferocious former slave named Saran. She tells you that she wants you to look out for her. You tell her that you will do whatever Yueyu commands, even if something in you balks at the idea. It just sounds like... well, it sounds like Yueyu is giving you her will, that's all.
And then one day, the towering Cloudpeer Telescope that bore the wills of the trillions of living beings aboard the Xianzhou finally receives a response from THEM.
A searing blast appears out of nowhere, obliterating the weak Abominations of Abundance into a miasma of blood. A light so blindingly bright tears the sky dome asunder as the Reignbow Arbiter shows THEIR power against the Abundance. Mountains and hills that the light reaches turn into dust - abominations of Abundance and members of the Xianzhou Legion alike crumble and disintegrate, too slow to flee from the light of the arrow sent across the sky.
You heard about how the girl always by General Yueyu's side weaved in and out of the annihilated enemy ranks, attempting to bring the remaining soldiers back with her. Before the wave of light could reach them, you dash into the fray with every last ounce of your strength to save that young lady, before losing your consciousness in the afterglow of the obliterating light.
And in the chaos of the post battle healer's ground, this girl, the one from Yueyu's will, calls for you.
a doctor's life belongs to his patient. this is his purpose, found again, after years of nothing. ]
she can feel the weight of those lives, even though they're all so far away, so long ago. the way that giving all of oneself to a purpose can leave one feeling empty instead of fulfilled...
I did, at the cost of my own life. [ ... ] She became General Feixiao, after that battle. Much, much later, years down the line - I died to make sure that she would continue to keep our people safe.
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Week 3, Tuesday
... This is still happening?
[ Yep. Which means we see a memory:
At last, the final door is in sight. Beyond it is the altar where the Dragon God should lie dormant in its vessel. Here, you will perform the ritual. You will take the vessel, release the dragon from it, and offer your very life to it.
Once the sacrifice is complete, the village will be saved. However...
( ... also, if you notice little floating particles in the air? You can 100% see them. They are everywhere. ) ]
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for a long moment after this, he's silent, ears pinned back, and then, soft: ]
If I cannot protect them in death, I'll protect them in life.
[ and he glances over at her. there's clearly something in him that's incredibly moved by all of this, by everything he's just seen. ]
That is very brave of you, Miss Euphausia.
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Before that moment, I never would have imagined taking a stand like that...
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he's all soft at the edges, actually, like. it's funny how much this seems to have spoken to him, from finding a new purpose after your old one was lost, to the vibrant and bold love for her people. his tail swishes gently behind him. ]
But I'm glad that you did. You love your people, it's clear.
[ ... ]
You awoke to some sort of power, did you? From your realization?
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I did...
It is a sort of ancient magic, where one can transform into the embodiment of a heroic virtue reflected in one's heart. We call them Archetypes.
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Is that the case for all of you? You had quite the crew of people.
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It was a strange and unusual series of events that brought them to me, but perhaps it was some kind of fate. If not that, then fortune.
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[ ... ]
It's good, to find someone who gives you purpose.
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[ she brightens. ]
... I owe much to that person. If not for him, I may not have found the courage to leave the islands and see the world for myself.
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a doctor's life belongs to his patient. this is his purpose, found again, after years of nothing. ]
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she can feel the weight of those lives, even though they're all so far away, so long ago. the way that giving all of oneself to a purpose can leave one feeling empty instead of fulfilled...
and then, the young girl. ]
... She has an impressive will.
Did you do as she asked?
[ cure her? cure "war"? ]
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I did, at the cost of my own life. [ ... ] She became General Feixiao, after that battle. Much, much later, years down the line - I died to make sure that she would continue to keep our people safe.
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[ it's an inspiring story, even if he gave his life for that end. ]
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... She would've loved most of the people here.
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Well... perhaps not in the afterlife, if she yet has much of her life to live... but in some manner.