A blond boy (Kanata) cowers on the ground in a forest as a bunch of hovering cloaked figures approach him. Vicious jumps down from a nearby ledge guns blazing (literally) and dispatches them with style. After Kanata reacts with shock, Vicious asks—
Vicious: So you're a transgressor, eh? Are you from the Nation? Kanata: Wh-What? Vicious: You're not?! Tch, that ditz sent me after another dud.
With an unnatural sound, more of the cloaked figures appear from nowhere.
Kanata: They're still coming... Vicious: Pain in the ass, yeah? And I ain't got time to kill every last one o' em. Kanata: ...... Vicious: Huh? Ain't ya gonna bolt? Kanata: But... I'm a transgressor. Everyone wants me gone. They prayed for it. I'll accept my punishment and go away for the greater good. Vicious: ......You're makin' me wanna puke over here.
Vicious takes a shot at Kanata.
Kanata: What are you doing? Vicious: You're gonna die because everyone wants you to? But what about what YOU want? Vicious: Look, this world ain't big enough for everyone to live how they please. Whenever someone insists on doing things their own way, somethin' else has gotta give. Sooner or later, everybody's way of life is gonna crash into somebody else's. Kanata: ...... Vicious: You wanna live, ya gotta kill! You wanna exist, ya gotta fight! You want something, ya gotta take it! That's just the truth of this crowded old world. Yet you're gonna give up your piece of it to some asshole ya don't even know! If that's all your life means to you, then ya deserve to lose it! Hell, if you got that little self-respect... Maybe I'll just kill ya myself!
Vicious takes a second shot at Kanata.
Kanata: Urk!
Vicious: So long, kid.
And another shot.
Kanata: Huh? Whoa!
Vicious grins.
Vicious: Dodged that one, huh? You're quicker than ya look. But still not quick enough. This time, it's bye-bye.
Kanata: No. I can't keep running away... I'm going to die. I'll be... gone... Ah... Ahhhhh!
Vicious: ...Whaddaya cryin' about? Don't tell me ya got regrets now! You're the one who chose to throw his life away! Little late to get choked up about it, don'tcha think?
Kanata: I... I fouled these hands with blood! I'm a transgressor beyond redemption! I know I deserve to be condemned, and yet... I don't want to die! I want to live! Vicious: Do ya, now? Then you gotta face the music.
Vicious summons a column of black crackling energy and stabs it through Kanata's chest, pinning him to a tree.
Vicious: So you regret your crime, then? If you could go back to when ya did it... You'd do things differently? Maybe keep them pretty little hands clean? Kanata: I... No. If I did that... I couldn't save Misella!
Kanata struggles, but steps forward and makes a fist.
Kanata: No matter what anyone says... No matter how horrible the crime I committed... I don't regret it for a moment! Vicious: Huh. In that case... I'm gonna give ya a do-over.
Vicious releases the black energy blade, and it levitates Kanata into the air.
Vicious: You wanna own your sin, or you wanna let it own you? Carve the answer out of your own fouled soul!
The energy shocks through Kanata, and he finally reaches and grabs it with both hands. The energy is absorbed into a mark on his palm, which changes shape. He levitates back to the ground, now fine, and with conviction, he pulls a large sword out of a glowing glyph in the air, the same way Vicious summons his guns.
Kanata: Sinful sword of crimes repugnant... Patricidal Edge! Vicious: Heh...
Patricidal Edge
A blond boy (Kanata) cowers on the ground in a forest as a bunch of hovering cloaked figures approach him. Vicious jumps down from a nearby ledge guns blazing (literally) and dispatches them with style. After Kanata reacts with shock, Vicious asks—
Vicious: So you're a transgressor, eh? Are you from the Nation?
Kanata: Wh-What?
Vicious: You're not?! Tch, that ditz sent me after another dud.
With an unnatural sound, more of the cloaked figures appear from nowhere.
Kanata: They're still coming...
Vicious: Pain in the ass, yeah? And I ain't got time to kill every last one o' em.
Kanata: ......
Vicious: Huh? Ain't ya gonna bolt?
Kanata: But... I'm a transgressor. Everyone wants me gone. They prayed for it. I'll accept my punishment and go away for the greater good.
Vicious: ......You're makin' me wanna puke over here.
Vicious takes a shot at Kanata.
Kanata: What are you doing?
Vicious: You're gonna die because everyone wants you to? But what about what YOU want?
Vicious: Look, this world ain't big enough for everyone to live how they please. Whenever someone insists on doing things their own way, somethin' else has gotta give. Sooner or later, everybody's way of life is gonna crash into somebody else's.
Kanata: ......
Vicious: You wanna live, ya gotta kill! You wanna exist, ya gotta fight! You want something, ya gotta take it! That's just the truth of this crowded old world. Yet you're gonna give up your piece of it to some asshole ya don't even know! If that's all your life means to you, then ya deserve to lose it! Hell, if you got that little self-respect... Maybe I'll just kill ya myself!
Vicious takes a second shot at Kanata.
Kanata: Urk!
Vicious: So long, kid.
And another shot.
Kanata: Huh? Whoa!
Vicious grins.
Vicious: Dodged that one, huh? You're quicker than ya look. But still not quick enough. This time, it's bye-bye.
Kanata: No. I can't keep running away... I'm going to die. I'll be... gone... Ah... Ahhhhh!
Vicious: ...Whaddaya cryin' about? Don't tell me ya got regrets now! You're the one who chose to throw his life away! Little late to get choked up about it, don'tcha think?
Kanata: I... I fouled these hands with blood! I'm a transgressor beyond redemption! I know I deserve to be condemned, and yet... I don't want to die! I want to live!
Vicious: Do ya, now? Then you gotta face the music.
Vicious summons a column of black crackling energy and stabs it through Kanata's chest, pinning him to a tree.
Vicious: So you regret your crime, then? If you could go back to when ya did it... You'd do things differently? Maybe keep them pretty little hands clean?
Kanata: I... No. If I did that... I couldn't save Misella!
Kanata struggles, but steps forward and makes a fist.
Kanata: No matter what anyone says... No matter how horrible the crime I committed... I don't regret it for a moment!
Vicious: Huh. In that case... I'm gonna give ya a do-over.
Vicious releases the black energy blade, and it levitates Kanata into the air.
Vicious: You wanna own your sin, or you wanna let it own you? Carve the answer out of your own fouled soul!
The energy shocks through Kanata, and he finally reaches and grabs it with both hands. The energy is absorbed into a mark on his palm, which changes shape. He levitates back to the ground, now fine, and with conviction, he pulls a large sword out of a glowing glyph in the air, the same way Vicious summons his guns.
Kanata: Sinful sword of crimes repugnant... Patricidal Edge!
Vicious: Heh...