A new calmness settled on Aegis, though not without its set of barbs. The turmoiled mind remained as it were -- forgetting knowledge was unwise, after all -- but the heart was stilled, for now. Such a frail thing, the heart. To that day, the knight was still unsure why he had one. Or why, exactly he hated it.
But with the dusk of disability came wisdom. Cold growing colder, glazed, icy; the most indifferent serenity and the mother of sense. Certainly what he was missing, Aegis subjugated his inborn ability to work with information, doing a more proper analysis this time around.
What exactly had happened? The azure mind surveyed the sequence like a video, from start to finish, but there was little more to spot. He had had his meditation broken by a sudden vision that was too reminiscent of his past, and a crushing sense of doom. Rushing to the scene of the crime, he saw not a blood bath, but a ghost incarnate. Artoria, like an ill omen, was somehow reborn, though with a seemingly massive hole in her memory.
And then came he, armed with a tug in a very much opposite direction. Or was it really? Perhaps Aegis had overlooked one thing: the ordeal was a splendid chance to test his hypothesis regarding the arrangement of events on a timeline. Perhaps not all was bad.
That, of course, means ignoring the issue regarding Ludwig's recurrence but could it be helped? Too little data was gathered; frankly, he only had a vision to go by, and a premonition. If only he could truly ignore the intuition's scream, when it has proven impeccable so many times.
Tightening his eyes, Aegis fixed the still-unknown man in his mind. His function was definitely going to be major in the events to come -- the knight had already settled with the fact that eventfulness would be unavoidable -- though in what way? He walked with a hint of grand ambition, yet at first glance he was not unaware of humility. Was he caring? Or perhaps frail? Yes, certainly if a strong one is turned frail, his ego would most often deflate.
But that all was unimportant. His presence was not a matter of etiquette, but intent, and one that was plainly articulated.
"Become a god."
The violet-eyed swordsman repeated the words slowly with a voice lost half way between rueful disbelief and cynical amusement. Why the humans always chase after things supposedly grander than themselves? Folly.
"... You treat me with balmy respect and uncontroversial familiarity... Alito. Where I rush firmly, you bend artistically. You are intent aligning me to you; or rather, you half-expect it to be a pre-determined fact, do you not?" Regretfully, Aegis noted the absence of wind. It was nice, noting mundane things again. His self control wasn't too unsatisfactory if he could recover so relatively easily.
"And now we are at a standstill. You press knowledge and thirst, and I sigh in defeat, though my defeat rarely means the victory of my enemy. Or you not my enemy, given the circumstances? I had such a dear time, losing myself in self-inflicted spiritual stupor, which I then lost to my own incandescence. It happened here, though few will ever be able to tell, and it is here that you come to me, stalking, with absurd intents when I am least able to defend the remains of my principles. Oh, but fear not. I do not think it was entirely intended. Perhaps you are not responsible for the impending apocalypse, but you will most certainly be someone to profit from it. That much I can tell without Perceiving."
The knight's impervious face cracked in mild distaste. He rarely talked this much any more. Or ever, for that matter, and especially not on such mundane topics.
"... My mind is hazed less than I'd like, but more than enough to impede efficiency. You have," he paused, regarding the deep skies with a leer, "until the sun reveals itself from behind the clouds. When your time is up, I will decide what to do with you. It all depends on what you choose to tell me; I won't Perceive anything for myself. So go on then, amuse me with your ploy towards... divinity."
A purple set of eyes cut into Alito's soul, oddly considering of his being. Was Aegis truly going to kill him if he wasn't convinced? His eyes told the story of blood, but was it true?
It was why he hated interacting with humans. It was distracting, vain and full of pretense too tiring to handle. But Alito was probably not entirely human himself, so why was he even more tiring than the regulars? Perhaps Aegis was still influenced by her; perhaps his judgment was biased. But why should he care? If it's wrong there will be one more dead and lost. Another blessed with eternal release.
... He giggled into his arm. What the hell was that? What is it with all the uncharacteristic thoughts? His low murmur, hidden by a palm, spoke of Ludwig, and of Artoria. Two ghosts incarnate, coming to haunt him as another seeks to topple gods. Aegis truly was laughing, and, in a sense, it was invigorating. But was it because of the absurd adventure, or the promise of misery and death?
"The crack is deepening!" He proclaimed with a sudden mirth, flinging his arm to his side, the slashing motion extending as a sword actually appeared in his arm once more.
"Do hurry up! I still have some sanity left, so let's make the most of it no? Or not. It's your funeral, though with some luck I'll come join you sometime."
It was definitely a funny joke. He was sure of it, even if some quaint little voice kept on whispering in his mind. Steel yourself! No. Focus on reality! Why? You've fought worse! And I've lost easier.
The keen glint of the blade flickered as he waved it lightly in Alito's direction. A small smile, a foreboding sign; Aegis' expression was cracking more and more as if something within him was eager to expunge the irritant and his idiosyncrasy. Or obliterate his world.
Did it even matter which, if it meant forgetting?