Post by Zucceta on Oct 23, 2017 12:29:49 GMT
Breath whistled outward from the saiyan warrior's teeth and lips. Xylo's counteroffer was promising, but even for Zucceta, the lie he proposed stung her pride. Her hands curled into fists, her mechanical limb creaking audibly above the bubbling lava surface below. Then her fingers loosened, and a smile broadened on her face, a slow intake of breath relaxing her features. She reminded herself of her own truth, an angry bitter mantra imagined years ago, and spoke softly: "Words are wind. Outcomes are all that matter. I will do my best to end this war without bloodshed--if your demand is what it takes."
Her mind was spinning. What if the warriors gathered on this planet announced to the denizens of the Solar Empire themselves that they lost? It'd be another loss in an extended period of years. With strong, united leadership and psychological nudge strategy, an announced loss could be used to make the saiyan mindset... something better. A greater good, or a lesser bad.
Shemha raised her voice, and a stipulation was made. Zucceta nodded at her words; the stipulation was fair. It wasn't an outright negative sentiment for Xylo; the announcement could be spun for the Namekian people's advantage given the reputation of the Solar Empire.
It could help undo Zucceta's past damages, help the universe to return to a semblance of peace and open options for a coalition of peace between worlds.
That had to be the goal, right?
Zucceta glanced at Levlidian. He could still be a problem, so she didn't drop her energy charge; however, her electric eyes came back to assess Xylo. Her mouth opened, but Samba began to speak instead, and her lips closed.
Of course her direct antagonism would have lead to tragedy; and that tragedy, as Zucceta knew all-too-well, produced strength in those who survived it. Samba was one who survived it, survived her and her empire; and yet the tragedy had made him alone in the world. The saiyan woman physically deflated. She would be paying for her past until the day she died; perhaps longer. Her electric stare, tinged with remorse, turned to Samba.
"I'm sorry. Words are wind, but know that I am sorry. Let me help you bring them back, and all the others. The only enemy that matters is the cycle of pain I participated in... that you're participating in. It will take more effort than I can possibly imagine to break this chain of hatred, but its something that we must try to do!"
Maeve spoke, softly, and Zucceta felt hope that the chain might break sooner than she expected. She felt some weight lift; the demon was speaking to Xylo, but Zucceta could feel the words radiate through herself, too.
Sax entered into the discourse, with a fair stipulation; although, Zucceta felt, it would be better to get into the nitty gritty of political bureacracy when the Queen of the Solar Empire wasn't raging half the planet away.
"If we can agree to an attempt at peace, then we need to go back to Habana--now, before anything can get complicated!"
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