Dimensional Descent

[Bonus chappy thanks to Mr. Ham <3 (3/6)]

Leonel had almost forgotten. All this time, Anastasia had taken on the task of guiding Hutch's grandson.

Truthfully, even with the loss of his Innate Nodes full influence on him, Leonel had still not forgiven Elorin. Hutch was his first mentor. Although the two had never seen eye to eye in the way of Weapon Forces, it could be said that it was because of Hutch's insights back then that Leonel eventually came around, fusing their paths into one understanding.

At the same time, though, after losing his own father, he was well aware of the kind of spiral a person could fall into. There were many things that he had done in recent months that lacked any form of humanity or empathy. In a lot of ways, Elorin's actions were far more rational than his ever were.

Plus, Time Force was so esoteric and difficult to understand. Although Elorin didn't have an Innate Node, who knew how it affected him?

What if due to the fact Elorin was such a master of Time Force, he saw all streams of time as the same? What if the day he lost his parents hurt just the same today? What if he couldn't move past events like others could?

The more Leonel thought about how best to maximize his intelligence to deal with this new world he was in, the more he understood just how important understanding different Forces could be toward that end. And after feeling the harrowing effects himself, he was even more inclined to have sympathy.

Plus, there was a more human reason to keep Elorin around.

Ultimately, he knew that Hutch had never had the heart to kill his own grandson. In all likelihood, he had fallen on his blade.

How could Leonel spit on the final decision Hutch had made in his life? It simply wasn't his place to take Elorin's life.

"Let's do it," Leonel finally said after his mind stopped wandering. This wasn't the time to think about such things. He had to take this final step.

through a city that looked like a mix between

while large interlocking worked to move everything along from the trollies that littered the streets to the connecting bridges of

him rushing past the pedestrians and illegally hopping up and over buildings he shouldn't be, he would feel a wave of nostalgia. All of this felt

down from his forehead as he entered a particular

several turns in the maze-like under-underground system, he finally ran in a bazaar filled with sweaty men oozing body odor and skimpily dressed, malnourished

bearing that was far beyond most in the region, especially

light as she looked toward

you

his hands on his

have the location of our engagement party all planned out. Clear your schedule exactly-" he looked at his wrist, having forgotten that he had pawned off his watch for

that an engagement party is something you have

a bit

told you to forget about that sort of stuff? Do you understand what sort of responsibility comes

over 100 years old, almost ten times Eamon's age. This young man was really

responsibility? Won't Cindra just take care of me for

speechless. What kind of woman would fall

under his breath. "... It's not like we

pain appeared on Cindra's expression. How could she

would be people like them