Andy
"*I* Am one of Mr Bones' favourite creations. I am and will be forever loyal to His will. Not every god spurns their creations. Though I understand that may be a new concept for you two."

Vorran was starting to worry The Ascendent. The thing was clearly unstable, obviously on the precipice of going insane if it hadn't already. While Shadeje was busy with their impossible task of calming down Vorran, The Ascendent turned its gaze upwards. Vorran hadn't pointed towards the tree, where The Ascendent knew for a fact there was a garden. But from what it understood all the fruit there was pristine in every way. The only place it could be pointing was on the outside of the tree. The only fruit that Gaia produced on its upper branches was that which gave birth to gods- fruit that once gave birth to Mr Bones. The Ascendent had already said that such fruit could be viewed as good and bad. But *Surely* Edon hadn't eaten a god bearing fruit. Such a thing was unthinkable, even the idea of it pained The Ascendent. But the horrid sense it got when Vorran arrived, the overall feeling of wrongness that had heralded its arrival... Something was wrong. It needed to move. The skeleton was cornered- it needed to get closer to the tree. Get past Vorran. Slowly moving all but one of its floating arms to the branch above, The Ascendent began to move towards Gaia's trunk.
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"To answer your question, Shadeje, war is a violent conflict between nations. In most cases, it is when one realm decides that words can not do anything more and violence must be used to force another to submit to its demands."

The Ascendent was coming up to Shadeje and Vorran now, it moved the final arm up to the upper branch. The skeleton paused, waiting to see if there was even a hint of cracking. None. Good. It continued moving forward.

"While war is undesirable, it is a necessary thing. Kind words and empty threats can only get one so far, if perfidious foes refuse to cooperate they must be forced to do so. As for my bones, they were made to stay together. Why are *You* Able to shift your form so easily?"

The skeleton dropped down, turning to face Vorran's horrid form. Punctuated by an accusatory finger and sparks flying from its eye sockets, The Ascendent leaned towards the beast. Calmly and softly, just loud enough for Shadeje to hear, The Ascendent asked a very important question.

"What fruits has Edon eaten?"
Lila
`"Hey... Don't say that, he'll be back."` *She nods her head quickly, trying to reassure herself that Edon will one day come back to reclaim her. Sadly, it was pretty obvious from her state that this was far from the truth. To be abused at the hand of your creator and still wish to crawl back was outright depressing, that false hope that flickered within her slowly beating... Frozen heart. The hypnotic eyes drift to the climbing skeleton... It was an impressive display of core strength, Vorran did not truly understand the concept of demigods and the strength she was gifted. Much less so that she was a jack of all trades.*

`"No... No bad news, he did it for us! For us! Look! You see now..."` *Her childish giggle is quickly replaced with a blunt neutral resting face as the joy drains of her body... War. Illusions and spectacles begin to dance around the area, recreating the scene in a way that felt comfortable to her, all of the gore and violence was censored like a cartoon. Dying gods and gore replaced with confetti and flowers... She did not want to fully relive this, she could not fully relive it. Having the memories of this battle and the trauma it caused, she would begin to rock and shake, her timid head lowering and digging into her mass to hide it away.*

*The illusions continue, showing just about everything... The way Edon fought, the lack of care he had for everything and the sheer overwhelming strength of some of his attacks being able to keep seven gods at bay long enough for him to escape. The accomplices in the fight on his side... Pureman, Melancholia. They were highlighted in an orange tint with a black shadowy outline... Eclipsed by the fate gods presence despite their usefulness. It was an insight into his mind and how he viewed those around him. Darkened and lesser pieces of the world. To join his side was to become an extinguished light already.*

*Would Shadeje recognise her creator in the chaos. The slow moving sad goddess that had brought utter misery to the end of the fight. Would the ascendant recognise any of the arriving gods? Having the memories of his god. Whatever happened, the suspicion was confirmed. The god had eaten an unborn deity, claiming it had saved them from the pain of existence. Then proceeded to throw a tantrum when others didn't believe him.*

`"That, is war... War is bad news."`
Kyle
"Woah... Imagine being.. *Favorited*. Must be so nice. Has Mr Bones ever talked to you? Like, *You*, personally?"

Love? What was love? What did it mean to be cared about and considered? Unlike The Ascendent, who was very obviously eying up the delusional serpent, Shadeje began diving into thoughts about her relationship with emotions other than sadness. She was doing everything in her power to just forget about how much mental pain she was in. Anger, betrayal, hopelessness, submission, joy... What did they mean? How come she could somewhat feel all of those, yet not *Love*?

It was getting harder and harder to avoid Vorran's gaze. After the poor demigod couldn't take it any longer, she looked at The Ascendent and strangely hoped he would do something about it. She didn't even know the guy, but he was already somehow who she looked to for help. 

"Oh. War doesn't sound so fun, you know? Sounds.. Sounds horrendous, actually. I don't think war is my thing. I think emotional manipulation is more my thing. I'm good as dead in a physical altercation. If war's so undesirable, why can't *Something* Be done for people to avoid it? It can't be that necessary. Kind words can get you plenty! And so can mean words. And so can messing with people's heads and rotting them from the inside before they can even get the chance to *Force* You into doing anything!" Shadeje grinned, feeling almost proud of her powers for the first time in her life. It wasn't long before her sense of dignity faded, and she went back to being unhappy in her own shifty skin.

"So can you... Touch the air in between your bones? Is there even air, or is there invisible skin or something? I can shapeshift because 'change' is my middle name. It's what I was born to do: change, because Mommy can't."

In the blink of an eye, Shadeje became four different people. Then, she went back to being Blue. She gave Vorran a sympathetic look, only barely understanding the weight of the unfortunate snake's situation. "Yeah.. I feel so bad bursting your bubble, but I'm afraid I have to. It's only the right thing to do. Vorran, you were mutilated and then sent through a portal. Does that sound like something someone who'd come back for you would do?"

She had narrowly finished her words before the visions. As soon as they started, she began uncontrollably shaking. Shadeje was almost as insane as Vorran! Her fists clenched as she tried to take power over her own body, but there was no point. The scene was curtained by a hue of orange that she inanely didn't like, as though her natural perception of the world had halted her from even giving the dumb color a chance.
"That's.. That's me.." The demigod whispered, noticing a similarly tall, empty-eyed figure in the midst of the fighting and terror. But it wasn't her. Was it? Unconsciously, she modified her body to match the one see saw. This time she did it, it wasn't so uncomfortable and horrific. She felt nothing at all towards the giant, golden snake. There was no hatred, nor no anger. She was not repulsed. There was nothing.
"How... How much do you know about this?"