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FINAL TRIAL

[When the doors open, the killed also find themselves allowed into the Room of Reckoning as well. And - similar to the living - they, too, have a table, with their own names and places and sitting pillows. They, too, receive the note on their phones with a ping.

The dead, however, have something else that the living do not have.

They can see that there is someone sitting on the gold pillow by the stairs.]

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[totalbullshit]

[ No time has passed, but Helena has lived through a kaleidoscope of lifetimes, seen girls flash by like mirages, monsters, hope, despair, hope, despair, hope, despair, hope, hope, hope, searing pain.

She gasps as she returns to the here and now, and for a moment she can do nothing but stare into Kana's face and try to process all the memories that aren't her own, that aren't solid enough to fully grasp and that yet she can feel in their essence...

Helena pulls Dio's jacket tighter around herself, though she isn't precisely cold. ]

... and now you're here.

[ It's all she can manage to say for a moment, a bit hoarse. ]

... why?

[cyclicalconcept]

[A small, sad smile.]

The people who found me asked if I was willing to help with making another miracle.

And I ended up here.

[totalbullshit]

I see why they thought you of all people would be fit for one.

[ The dry comment is mainly to buy her time, as this conversation has very quickly grown far, far over Helena's head. Again. Every time she thinks she has grasped the reality of the worlds it slips through her fingers again. We really never stop learning, huh? ]

... are we like you were? Do we need to be at the center of pain and suffering to grow stronger?

[cyclicalconcept]

...I like to think so. I like to think...that you have hope. And that you can find another course of action that could change everything. Not just the Game, either, but...everything that's caused this Game to happen to begin with, you know?

I want to think that because I believe in all of you.

[totalbullshit]

Hmph.

[ Helena stares at the ground for a bit. ]

I'm not like you at all.

[ In many, many, many ways. ]

I don't believe that hope is what we need. I don't even believe in everyone here. And I am not the kind of person who would lie about any of that.

[ She crosses her arms over her chest, fingers digging deep into her own body. ]

Yet we've still been fighting for the same goal the entire time. Isn't it dramatic irony at its finest?

[ If there is another God, above the Goddess in front of her... maybe the God that Dio's "Brother" has heard... does this amuse them? Helena is not a religious person at all, but after fighting Luciel and getting a glimpse into Kana's head, she can't help but wonder a little. ]

This isn't even the social revolution I dreamed of. Fixing this does nothing about the corrupt state of the worlds around us. However, it cannot be helped that in order for a world's society to be rebuild from the bottom, there needs to be a world to start with.

[ And that makes Noise her highest priority to get rid of. Neo Yokio had been a small cage and the world, no, the worlds... they're huge and endless and full of conflict. Simply boycotting all of it, simply rejecting all of it... It's by-standing, it's complacent. The Bachelor Board had just been the beginning. Helena St. Tessero would have to do much much more than that. Or die trying. Again. And maybe again and again and again, who knows? She huffs, but then she gives Kana a small, small smile in return. ]

Whatever lies ahead, I'll see it through to the very end. Thank you for sharing your memories. Your dedication has earned my respect.