'Who is Valentin Laurent?'
Such a corny existential question to ask himself, but a necessary one.
As for the answer:
'A lie fate wrote…'
'But a truth I decided to keep.'
He'd finally found the definition he'd been longing for. All thanks to Diligence. How generous of the Hero of Virtue!
Vale, sitting on his water-crested throne, smiled at the exasperated reflection.
"Now, fate's slave, let's continue our talk. I know we have all the time in the world. But come on, have some agency."
Diligence's reflection shook its head.
"You really know how to get under people's skin."
A shit-eating grin stretched across his face.
"I do in more ways than one."
The still water began to ripple slightly.
"Case in point."
After a brief reprieve, Diligence added:
"Well, are there any questions you have for me?"
"Why are you such a bitch?"
"Any savory questions you'd like to ask me?"
"When did the Scar actually form?"
Diligence went silent for a moment, then answered:
