trans_9 | In Which the Overlord Dislikes What He Sees [Open]

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In Which the Overlord Dislikes What He Sees [Open]

In roaming the ship, out of an increased sense of irritation and impatience, Zetta had discovered someplace new to him.

Most of the murals and paintings and sculptures in the place, disturbing though they might be to a mortal mind, gave the Overlord no pause whatsoever. In his thousands of years, he had seen the death of worlds, the descent into madness of some truly great minds, the greatest depravities of the Netherworlds, and Mickey in a feather boa. These 'alarming' sculptures couldn't dare disturb the mental integrity of the Overlord! Hyaaa ha ha ha ha!

...What DID shock him, though, was the statues beneath a giant head-sculpture thing. Two of them, in fact: the first an obstinate Overlord, arms crossed and looking stubborn, his back to the second; the second a woman walking away, stoic despite tears.

"What the... What the HELL is THIS crap?!" Zetta demanded of the room in general and the cosmos at large.

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She went to answer but stopped. She wanted to know more before answering. "What happened that day?" She nods towards the statues.

Zetta frowned. "I told you. She confessed she loved me. I didn't reciprocate."

"And you can seriously tell me, you felt nothing for her. Honestly?" She studied him closely.

"She was a good apprentice and we had some good times. That's not love," Zetta said.

"Right, but how would you know if you claim you've never experienced it. And you claim to not have ever given it a chance, so how would you have known it wasn't it? Or the begining of it?" She asked curiously, a bit frustrated with how unreasonable Zetta could get at times.

"If you have to experience it to know what it is, no one would ever know because they'd never experienced it before!" Zetta argued right back, pleased with his logic.

.... "Zetta... do you think the things you say before saying them? Jus' asking." She sighed at his statement.

"It's something you feel. Something that grows. Not everyone experiences love the same way Zetta. Everyone's way of loving it different, everyone's way of caring is different... I'm certain, should you have given her a chance... you wouldn't have regretted it." She finished looking at him seriously yet with warmth and care.

"So I should've lied to her?" Zetta snapped back. "'Sure, Salome, I love you too.' She'd never have believed it. She knew me better than that."

"No, but you could have given her a chance. Say something like, 'I'm willing to give us a chance' or something or the other..." She sighed.

"You still haven't said what that MEANS!" Zetta practically shouted.

She winced looking at him with a sad frown. "It means exactly what it sounds like Zetta. To have let her into your life, spent time with you more personally. Get to know each other more. Stuff like that."

That didn't clear up anything! "How the hell was that different from what we'd been doing?"

"Because she wouldn't have been holding back seeing that you opened the door for her to show you how she felt about you. You know it's daunting... having these feelings for someone who you look up to. Specially someone like you who can be so intimidating." She sat next to him to look at the statues once more.

After a moment, Zetta said, quietly, "She was never intimidated by me."

Another moment passed and then he was back to grumbling. "And she SHOULD have held back. She shouldn't have fallen in love in the first place. Everything was FINE the way it was!"

"Some people want to take the next step Zetta... if she felt that way, that meant she was ready to give you her all, more than anything. And only to you. It's something really special." She said softly, looking at the girls statue.

"What the hell's so special about it?" Zetta still didn't understand.

"It's unlike anything else in the universe truthfully. It's a feeling unique in it's own right, and the things it makes people do, or empowers them to do so are just amazing." She said more seriously.

"Hmph. So is hatred," Zetta pointed out. Probably one of the most demonly things he'd ever said.

"It's not the same Zetta... And hatred isn't really unique either. Not in the same love I guess... It's hard to explain at times." She thought she had made progress, but it seemed he was dead set on not wanting to. She sighed a little.

"Yeah, clearly. So how do YOU know all about it, huh?" It's a leading question, one Zetta intends to spring like a trap to judge by his sudden smirk.

"Hope I guess. I seeked it for so long. A part of me wanted to feel how wonderful everyone else who was in love, and the rest of me knew better... I didn't think I would ever... No that's not it. I never thought I was deserving of it. So I just dreamed a lot... going by hearsay and books. Dreaming the person in question was me instead of those who talked about it, or the protagonist of said story..." She shook her head and laughed bitterly.

"You must think I'm pathetic huh... It doesn't matter, I think so too. Anyways, that's were I know what it's like from. So I guess that discredits anything I told you huh..."

She had been feeling it personally lately... Her self-hatred however was keeping her down. It was hard to feel it when he wasn't around.

"Hey," Zetta said sharply, glaring at her. "I thought I told you to stop thinking like that."

"And I've been doing better, really. It won't jus' go away tho. Not anytime soon." And she was thankful really, for the Overlords pushiness.

"Well, do better! When you start saying crap like that, imagine me yelling at you." That was sure to help, right?

She couldn't help but laugh a little. "I'll make sure to remember that Zetta." She smiled back at him.

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