[Oh, Pokey! How can he say what he's thinking? So many thoughts rushing through his mind, and yet each conviction as clear as a mote in the grand stream of light blossoming towards the sky. Muster not fear or anger or even adrenaline in response to the threat that lies before, but justice, hope, willpower, compassion, love... All that must define what is meaningful in this life.
There was an invincible enemy, once, one with the ability to cross time and space as easily as one might cross a river, one with the power to commit inexplicable acts, one who made himself king of a destroyed world... Yes, this enemy had been flawed. Yes, the flaw had been his undoing. Delusional, once human, now lost, mad in his self-assured grip on a reality only he could desire or understand. But was that not the face of evil? Selfishness. Arrogance. Destruction. All aspects of that twisted corruption of what man had been meant to become. How much more flawed must the embodiment of evil be! Evil could not understand good. Good could not understand evil. And so in the end, the invincible enemy had not been defeated. No. He would live, forever. Invincible as his heart's desire had led him to become. Absolutely Safe. Safe from the world he despised. Safe from himself.
There was an enemy, once, who would one day become invincible. There was an enemy who now was no enemy at all, flawed and fractured, becoming whole. And in knowing this enemy, he had come to understand, even more, the truths with which he had always strived to live his life. Love your enemy. How could it be? Love the demon. Love the destroyer. Love the corrupter. Love the twisted being who could not understand. ...Love the selfish child. Love the lonely child. Love what you despise, the only thing left in the world you have yet to conquer, the antipathy of your convictions, the last bastion of darkness that still lay within your heart.
Love Pokey Minch.
He did.
The speech had done it. He had listened and he had been horrified and he had been... proud. I will not let you fight alone. We will fight together. It had been simple, before. He loved the world. He loved all that lay in it. Pokey Minch was not of the world. Simple. Clean. A lie that had served its purpose. What had been needed was strength. He had found it. Strength to continue on, strength to press forward in the face of all despair. That was all that was required of him, for the enemy had destroyed itself. Now to face this enemy, who was so much stronger...
Giegue! Giygas! If you are of this world, then let your heart be opened to its beauty! If you reject it... then so we shall reject you!
Pokey Minch! You who are loved! Seek not redemption. Seek strength for the sake of strength. Accept the world, accept what you have gained, and you shall not be disappointed. This is your battle. This is your song.
Remember how your adventures began... Remember how your adventures have ended. Pokey. Ness. Lucas. Your stories are one. Your paths, entwined. Your melody, complete. You came together not for this purpose, but it shall be together that you overcome.
Believe in yourself. Believe in your friends.
Good luck.]
[Lucas wonders when exactly he had accidentally drank the weird coffee as he quietly contemplates what Pokey has said.]
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There was an invincible enemy, once, one with the ability to cross time and space as easily as one might cross a river, one with the power to commit inexplicable acts, one who made himself king of a destroyed world... Yes, this enemy had been flawed. Yes, the flaw had been his undoing. Delusional, once human, now lost, mad in his self-assured grip on a reality only he could desire or understand. But was that not the face of evil? Selfishness. Arrogance. Destruction. All aspects of that twisted corruption of what man had been meant to become. How much more flawed must the embodiment of evil be! Evil could not understand good. Good could not understand evil. And so in the end, the invincible enemy had not been defeated. No. He would live, forever. Invincible as his heart's desire had led him to become. Absolutely Safe. Safe from the world he despised. Safe from himself.
There was an enemy, once, who would one day become invincible. There was an enemy who now was no enemy at all, flawed and fractured, becoming whole. And in knowing this enemy, he had come to understand, even more, the truths with which he had always strived to live his life. Love your enemy. How could it be? Love the demon. Love the destroyer. Love the corrupter. Love the twisted being who could not understand. ...Love the selfish child. Love the lonely child. Love what you despise, the only thing left in the world you have yet to conquer, the antipathy of your convictions, the last bastion of darkness that still lay within your heart.
Love Pokey Minch.
He did.
The speech had done it. He had listened and he had been horrified and he had been... proud. I will not let you fight alone. We will fight together. It had been simple, before. He loved the world. He loved all that lay in it. Pokey Minch was not of the world. Simple. Clean. A lie that had served its purpose. What had been needed was strength. He had found it. Strength to continue on, strength to press forward in the face of all despair. That was all that was required of him, for the enemy had destroyed itself. Now to face this enemy, who was so much stronger...
Giegue! Giygas! If you are of this world, then let your heart be opened to its beauty! If you reject it... then so we shall reject you!
Pokey Minch! You who are loved! Seek not redemption. Seek strength for the sake of strength. Accept the world, accept what you have gained, and you shall not be disappointed. This is your battle. This is your song.
Remember how your adventures began...
Remember how your adventures have ended.
Pokey. Ness. Lucas. Your stories are one. Your paths, entwined. Your melody, complete. You came together not for this purpose, but it shall be together that you overcome.
Believe in yourself. Believe in your friends.
Good luck.]
[Lucas wonders when exactly he had accidentally drank the weird coffee as he quietly contemplates what Pokey has said.]
I believe you can.
...I know you can.