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Baalbatos walked down the beaten forest path, a bundle of furs upon his back. The weight of the load did not bother him. No, he was far too strong now for that. What bothered him more was the ever present weights that were sitting upon his body. They were... limiting, but not without purpose. It was training, training to get stronger. Baalbatos needed to be strong. Strength forged empires, and that is what Baalbatos thought himself destined to do.
But, money also forged empires, and that was why he was carrying these furs of his. He'd... acquired them from a contact of his, and intended to sell them for a profit at his shop. Money made the world go round, after all, and they always needed for of that. These days their coffers were looking a little light... The Earth trip had been expensive, but worth it so far. He'd met a great deal of interesting people, and he'd grown stronger as well. And his trip was not even over yet. He and Lord Qrowen still had much to do on the planet Earth. And as Baalbatos walked down the forest road, he could not help but wonder where it might take him.
Finding purpose was one of people’s main goals in life, and Galen was still trying to find one that would leave his soul at peace. Before he met Kami, after his long years of travels around the world , that had been his goal: to offer his strength to help protecting the planet. But once he got there he realized he wasn’t really necessary. A lot of people he had met there, part of the Z-Fighters, were much stronger than him to the point that he completely doubted his ability to make a difference. Not that he wanted any sort of protagonist. No, Galen would be more than happy to help on the sidelines, but what could he do? He was just a warrior and a traveller. He didn’t have any other particular skills other than that, and it was bothering to no end. ”Gosh… I don’t know what to do… What can I do to help? To be helpful? I really want to help protecting this planet, my home… But… As things stand now, I’m not even necessary. I can’t even go to Makaii to try and save Kami, and, even if I did, if not even miss Cambia and mister Bernael can do it, what could I possibly do? I can’t even feel energy signatures or anything…” he thought to himself, sighing in frustration.
Galen wasn’t the kind of person to just get depressed and demotivated frequently, but even the highest of spirits had their bad days, and that’s what was going on with the Lone Swordsman; he was feeling completely lonely and useless. He had been training hard, but he hadn’t progressed a single bit in the Kikoukenjutsu Sword School teachings, and, on top of that, he was still failing to sense energies; although he was starting to feel something every now and then. He needed to get his mood better, and so he had decided to take a stroll through the woods near Korin’s Holy Grounds. Speaking of which, every time he looked at the tower he admired it. ”I could definitely get used to a place like this, but… Truth be told, I would rather live in the middle of the tower where the legendary Korin used to live. That way I could still enjoy the sight of this beautiful world, while being close to the Korin’s Tribe and everyone! That would be awesome! But I don’t know if I’m worthy!” he thought to himself and then shook his head, chuckling a bit. ”Yeah… I don’t know. There’s so many people better than me to fill such role… But… That’s definitely something I could do so… I don’t know… Won’t solve anything by thinking about that!” he realized and then shrugged it and continued his stroll.
His stroll led him to the forest road and there, in the distance, he noticed a odd looking figure approaching. It had blue skin and pointed ears, the later just like the beautiful Shizen had. Galen arched both his eyebrows in curiosity and hastened his pace towards the figure. Once he got close enough, he raised his hand and waved in a friendly manner. Still, when he did that, he felt something odd, that he could not yet tell what it, but that made him hesitate. ”What? What is this odd feeling?” he questioned himself, gulping a bit, and feeling a little bit unease. Somehow he could tell that the person was strong, far stronger than the average person, but, still, much weaker than himself. Without realizing, Galen was finally learning how to read energy signatures.
A man approached him on the road. A traveler, thought Baalbatos, but not just any traveler. At first glance, he realized, the man looking like any other Earthling. Plainly dressed, certainly average looking, and his most defining feature was the fact that he carried a blade. But as he drew closer, Baalbatos was suddenly acutely aware of an intense busying at his mind. What in the world, thought Baalbatos, is this energy? For a moment, he could scarcely believe it, but as the man drew even closer, he had too: the boy was buzzing with energy, much more energy than what the demon had come to expect from the average Earthling. It almost reminded him of his own unchained power, or of the power of the Saiyan boy he had met down in Satan City.
The swordsman raised a hand in greeting. Baalbatos did the same, as was common courtesy. He might be a demon, he thought, but the least he could do was try and be polite to the people he encountered during his time here on Earth. Like the jackal man, Weiser, whose oddities had surprised him, but he had made for a pleasant conversationalist anyways. This man might be just as pleasant, he told himself.
"Greetings, friend," he called out to the man, "What brings you out this way today?" Perhaps the man would ignore him, or perhaps not. Perhaps the man would even stop to start a conversation, or perhaps the man would simply give a small answer and continue on his way. Any result was more than fine with Baalbatos. He would accept a conversation, as he was always keen to speak to others. Or, he would accept if the man simply passed him by and went on his way. Baalbatos had his own business to attend to, and this would simply be another delay.
Galen was indeed strong for a human and, although the Lone Swordman still didn’t know it, he was the strongest man alive on Earth right now, a feat to be proud of, but the boy wasn’t very much into pride and this kind of stuff; he was far too humble and maybe that was dragging his spirits down right now. Galen kept staring at the man with his slightly confused look on his face and, after grimacing a bit, he touched his left temple with his index and middle finger and massaged it a bit, groaning discretely. ”Wow… This… Is so odd… It’s like I’ve awaken a sense that I’ve never had before… Feels… Like… When I first learned how to use ki energy and fly… So… It means…? I’m improving, right?” he asked himself, feeling his heart getting filled with hope. Then, he shook his head, as he had to focus on the man in front of him while still dealing with the odd sensation coming from him, where he exhaled a power that reached Galen’s power level when he first reached the Timeless Lookout and fought against the demon named Saki, the Red Tiger, who later appeared again as someone completely different.
Baalbatos returned the gesture, greeting Galen and that made him relax a bit; at least that person was polite, and if he was polite, chances were that he meant well. He even called Galen friend, making him widen his eyes and then smile subtly and gently, showing some sort of innocence and pureness in his dark eyes. He asked what Galen was doing around these parts and he made a brief nod before speaking to the odd looking man. – Hello mister, good morning! – he said in a gentle and polite tone. – I’m just taking a stroll around the forest, clearing my head from my own thoughts! Sort of lame, I know, but sometimes it’s useful! – he said in a light tone. – What about you? What are you doing around Korin’s Holy Grounds? – Galen spoke the name of that region so that, if the man was lost, he would casually learn the name of the land he was in. Then, as soon as he finished speaking, Galen grimaced and slapped his forehead, as if something bad had just happened and, then, he bowed a little bit, blushing lightly.
– I’m indeed sort of distracted! Forgive me for my impoliteness! I’m Galen, a swordsman from Goddodin, a village that used to exist in the Eastern lands! – he said in an apologetically tone.
How polite, thought Baalbatos. The man was downright amiable, and he even called Baalbatos 'mister'. It seemed they were going to engage after all. Good, thought Baalbatos, he could do with the conversation. He grew tired of his regular conversations: business and the like, be it with Lord Qrowen or the Earthling Xun Sun. Even his communications with Gouta back on Kyoraas were business-like in nature and utterly boring at times. So, he would be glad for the break in those, and he would welcome this encounter, no matter what direction is took.
The man was taking a walk it seemed, clearing his head. "No, no," said Baalbatos, "You have the right of it. Clearing one's head is certainly very useful. I do it all the time, myself, though I'm afraid it is not long before my head fills itself up once again." He laughed. But the man continued on, asking about what brought Baalbatos out this way, near what the man claimed were holy grounds. Holy grounds, he thought, how interesting. He did not know about that. Perhaps he would have to explore the area more once he had finished his business. Such things were of great interest to him: history, cultures, and ancient secrets. And holy grounds had to fit one or more of those categories, he told himself.
But the man was not done talking. He hurried to introduce himself, blushing and bowing as he did. Galen, he thought, what an interesting name. It was certainly a human name if he ever heard one. Baalbatos gave the young man a small grin. "Greetings, Galen of Goddodin," he said returning the bow, "There is no need to be sorry. We all have days like that, and one could scarcely blame you for that." For a moment, Baalbatos considered asking after Galen's village and its fate, but he thought better of it. No need to upset the young man, at least until the human gave him a reason to upset him.
"I am Baalbatos," he continued, "And you'll have to forgive me if I'm interloping on holy grounds. I do not come from Earth, though you have eyes so I am sure that you can see that much, and I am unfamiliar with it. I was simply on my way back to my abode with these furs of mine."
Baalbatos cleared his throat, and turned to show the man the furs on his back. "I like to think of myself as a bit of a trader, you see. And I had to come out this way to get these. A bit of a long trip, I suppose, but I enjoy the walking."
It was true. Baalbatos did enjoy walking. It gave him time to think, funnily enough.
It was good that Baalbatos thought everyone had the right to clear their heads, Galen couldn’t help but to remember that his father would always tell him to stop doing such things and go back to work in the farm and that nostalgic memory made him giggle a bit as he nodded to the odd looking man in front of him. The man looked amiable enough too and Galen was pleased for that; it was one of the few strangers he had found amidst his travels who, at the sight of his sword, didn’t ask for a spare or anything. And, although Galen liked to fight, it was boring to be the only thing people would be interested in all the time; it felt pointless to the boy. Life was filled with many other pleasures that were usually hidden in simple things, such as taking care of a rice field.
The man introduced himself as Baalbatos, and Galen couldn’t even relate to that name, it felt otherworldly, but he was getting used to deal with different kinds of people, so he just reacted with a gentle nod and another giggle. – Very nice to meet you, mister Baalbatos! – he politely said, before the demon continued to say that he didn’t know where he was, meaning that Galen was helpful and that gave him a great sense of satisfaction. – There’s nothing to forgive, mister Baalbatos! This is a place for everyone who has kindness in their hearts. The protecting tribe can be a little rough with outsiders, but they know me, so… If you need someone to walk you through the forest, I will gladly do so! Then you shouldn’t have any trouble, and won’t be any trouble for me either. – he said, almost as if he was looking forward for some pleasant company to kill some time and talk.
When he showed the fur on his back, Galen was immediately interested, and his expression did little to hide that. ”So cool, a merchant! I wish I had some money on me! Hahaha!” he thought to himself, remembering the time, shortly before he reached the Korin’s Holy Grounds, where he donated all of his money to a travelling family. The memory made him chuckle a bit. – I also like traveling! Although I can fly, I’ve walked all the way from the Eastern Lands to here… Took me a few years, but it was amazing! I got to meet a lot of people and help a lot of people too! It was such a rich experience, that I can totally relate to your enjoyment of walking, mister! Haha! Sorry if I’m overly excited, but… My village used to trade a lot, and, although I’m of no trading family, I come from a line of rice farmers and he provided to traders, so we always got along with them! – the boy said, feeling very happy to be remembering about the good old days at his home village. Galen showed his hands to the man and they were hands of worker; both as a swordsman, with the calluses, as well as a farmer due to his nails.
There he went with the mister, again. "Please, Galen," he said, "There's no need to call me 'mister'. Simply Baalbatos will do. I prefer it that way, if I'm being honest."
The young human man said that there was nothing to forgive. Good, thought Baalbatos, he would hate to tangle with this young man if he had manged to offend him. He was so strong... and Baalbatos, for all his strength, was very much limiting himself right now. Still, the boy said this was a place for people with kindness in their hearts. An amusing notion, thought Baalbatos cynically, and perhaps one that could fine tuning. Even the most evil of folks some times harbored a touch of kindness in their hearts. Sentient beings were complex like that, he told himself, to boil it down into something so simple did nobody any favors. But he appreciated the boy's offer of help, especially if the tribe was not completely open to strangers. "I appreciate the offer, Galen," said Baalbatos, "But I don't think that will be neccesary. I assure you, I'm quite capable of defending myself in case of trouble. I may look like a simple merchant, but I'm quite competent in the art of battle as well. But then again, who isn't these days?"
The boy went on about himself. So, he was a wanderer. And he'd come all the way from the distant East of the Earth. Impressive, thought Baalbatos. He enjoyed meeting and helping people, noted Baalbatos, how droll. It seemed as if Galen were the idealistic sort, perhaps a little too kind for his own good. And there he went, mentioning his village again. He had to admit, he was dreadfully curious as to just what had happened to him, his trading village, and rice farming family.
"I say, that sounds like quite the journey," began Baalbatos, "And flying is quite the experience, indeed. I'm capable of it myself, and it makes life so much easier. But of course, good, old fashioned walking is still something I do quite a bit of. It gives me time to relax. And I can't say I get much of that these days."
He looked at the boy, still gauging him. Looks could be deceiving, he thought. This boy truly was stronger than he appeared. His ki betrayed him. It came as no surprise that he could fly. But how does a rice farmer learn to fly, and how does he get so strong?
"I hope you don't mind me asking" continued Baalbatos, "But you keep mentioning your village. Tell me, what happened to it?"
When Baalbatos said he could drop the mister, and that he preferred to be talk to by name only, Galen made an acknowledging nod; although it would be hard enough for him to get used to treat him in a casual manner, he would make a genuine effort to do so. Then, he said he appreciated the offer, but he could defend himself, that was when Galen shook his head and hands in a negative manner. – I don’t mean it like that! I’m more concerned of the tribe in case you defend yourself! – he immediately added. – They are very protective, but they are good. They can be harsh and wrongly attack people they think mean bad, but someone as strong as you could seriously injury them! So… In a sense, it would be more to avoid conflict than actually protecting! Sorry if I implied you were weak… I can… Somehow sense your power and you are far above average! – he said in a still polite tone. Still, no matter how that part of their conversation would end, when he talked about his travels, the demon seemed really impressed with it, and that made Galen’s heart filled with joy.
– Yeah… Travelling is amazing. – he simply said, before the demon asked if he could tell him what happened to his village. Galen’s expression turned from joy to surprise, but he didn’t seem sad or offended by that. The boy sighed, remembering it all, but not letting any of it affect him. His smile returned, but subtly.
– It’s quite a long story, but if you are interested I can tell you. – he said, scratching the back of his neck a bit. – My village was very small and we survived by trading our goods with East City and other villages. But we lacked strength, we didn’t have weapons or guards. When I was still young, a group of bandits took charge of the situation and started abusing our village and stealing our goods, kidnapping people and everything. When that happened, the monks of the Orin temple offered themselves to train a few of us and only three managed to complete the basic training and I was among them. – he said, making a brief nod. – Then… We managed to drive them away from our village. I could have killed the bandit leader, but I chose to spare him, because I believed he could see the wrong on his ways and become better. I was wrong. I don’t regret sparing him. Killing is wrong, but it cost me a lot and I have to burden that responsibility forever. – Galen paused to gaze away at the blue skies. Although he didn’t feel hurt or regret anything, remembering the death of his family and friends still made him feel a little bit sad; he missed them all.
– A while later he came back and destroyed our village. My two other friends had slacked off in their trainings, and I was the only one who could fight him. I lost, but before everything was lost, a managed to tap into my inner power and I… I killed him. I had no choice, he would never stop, he said so himself. But it was too late. Goddodin was destroyed and, to repent for my mistake, I’ve decided to dedicate my life into helping others the best way I could, to prevent something like that to ever happen again. I know I can’t do that by myself, but if I do my part… Maybe, just maybe, I will help making this world a better place! – and he lowered his head to stare back at Baalbatos, telling, in short, a little of his story.
Baalbatos arched an eyebrow in interest. So, he would have done it to protect the people of the local tribe. Amusing, thought Baalbatos. He did not murder wantonly. No, it was bad for business. Bad for someone's reputation. And he needed all the business he could get. And a sterling reputation, as well. It would certainly make his life easier. "Ah, I see," said Baalbatos, "Well, I assure you, I am certainly in control of my own power. They'd come to no harm from me. It certainly would not be worth my time to fight back, when I can just fly away from them."
So, thought Baalbatos, the boy was a sensor. How interesting. It always surprised him when he met someone who could sense power. He forgot how common of a skill it really was. The people he typically dealt with relied on scanners or did not care for power at all. Well, he thought, it seemed that he would not be able to keep secrets from this boy. At least not the secrets of power. It was a good thing that he did not access his more... demonic powers. No, that hidden power boost would do well to be kept secret. It was no fun when someone knew all one's secrets.
And finally the boy explained what had happened to his village. Bandits, thought Baalbatos, that's what people got when they let themselves be weak. The strong took from the weak. That was the way of the world. And Galen had taken matters into his own hands, getting training at this Orin Temple of his. Well, thought Baalbatos, at least he was not spineless. They'd fought back and cast them out, but had not killed the leader. Perhaps he actually was spineless. He certainly was not wise. Killing the leader the first time would have probably prevented another attack. Cut the head from a serpent, he thought, and it withers and dies.
The boy regaled him with the tale of the second. And this time, Baalbatos was pleased to hear that the boy had slain his foe. But the young man seemed to regret it. Or, perhaps that was the sadness for his villages talking. Baalbatos tilted his head and looked at the young man. "You know," he began, "That's quite the tale. I know what it's like to lose one's home, so you have my condolences. But I must say, sometimes killing is necessary. Some people are simply too dangerous to be allowed to live, my friend."
At least seemed that, even if Galen didn’t tag along, Baalbatos and the tribe wouldn’t be into conflict, as the man had just said he could flee, and he was most definitely going to be able to; as far as he knew, most members of the tribe weren’t all that strong nor capable of flight and, even if some were, Baalbatos could most definitely out speed them, and that was good, so he decided to not be concerned about it any longer. Anyway, once he finished telling Baalbatos his tail, the demon man seemed rather intrigued by his story and tilted his head to the side before starting speaking again.
He told him he also knew how it was like to lose one’s home and Galen nodded and when he told him he had his condolences, his subtle smile widened in a quite sincere and pure tone. – Thank you, mis… I mean, Baalbatos. – he said, correcting himself in time to not completely call him mister, since that treatment displeased the man. But then he said that sometimes killing is a must and that some people are just too dangerous to be left alive. Galen stood there for a second, watching him with his curious, yet gentle eyes; he knew all too well that a lot of people – even good people – had that kind of a mindset, and he felt almost sorry for them. He exhaled deeply, closed his eyes for a second, but then opened it up again, with an even more gentle and caring look than before.
– I know some people may think that way, but I can’t agree. Everybody deserves a chance of redemption in life. Everyone has the ability to correct the wrong in their ways, and many people who once were bad, managed to accomplish pretty good things in this world, and I know the truth is the same for other worlds. – and he seemed to truly believe in those words. – Also… Who are us to judge who deserves to die and who deserves to live? We are but imperfect creatures, with plenty of moral flaws. Some of our flaws could be considered way too bad to be allowed by some, and they could want us dead. So… How would we, flawed creatures, draw a fair line on who should live and who should die? That’s too much of a responsibility, for limited beings such as us, mister Baalbatos. Please, don’t see this as me attacking you… It’s just… Life is something way too precious to be taken. If I can, I won’t ever kill again. Still, flawed as I am, I can’t know that for sure… And it pains me. – he sighed, admitting the one flaw he hated about himself; Galen could kill if it was absolutely needed in certain circumstance, but he hated the sole idea of doing such a thing. Life was precious, life should be cherished, not taken.
Baalbatos regarded the boy with amusement. So naive, thought Baalbatos, so pure, so innocent. Baalbatos could not even remember a time when he had been have so kind hearted. Poor boy, he thought, he was too kind for this world. There were people out there who would eat him alive. He spoke of redemption. And Baalbatos supposed it was a noble thought, but again, it was far too noble for the world that they inhabited. The boy would probably see light even in the deepest of shadows, mused Baalbatos. In a strange way, the demon was almost jealous. Ignorance was bliss after all.
"You're a kinder a soul than most, Galen," began Baalbatos, "What you say might be true, I will allow you that. For we are all imperfect creatures as you say, this much is true. But I'm not sure if everyone is redeemable. You have not lived the life I have, friend."
Baalbatos shook his head and gave the boy a sad smile. "I come from the Demon Realm, as I'm sure you can tell just by looking at me," continued the lilac skinned demon, "And I pray that you never have to stray into the shadow of Makaii, Galen, because it is a harsh world, too harsh for someone as kind as yourself. The inhabitants of that world would make you reconsider everything you've said to me. I would know, I grew up there."
Baalbatos stepped closer to Galen. "Count yourself lucky you were born here on Earth. I was born alone in Makaii, and that is a childhood I'd wish that on no man, Galen. I once heard someone say that little demons are more animal than person. And, having lived it, I'm inclined to agree. We have to be to survive long enough to become people. And even then, some don't. Some just grow into monsters."
Baalbatos shook his head and sighed. "Let me tell you of a time when I was a younger man than I am now. I was weak, not even worth describing. But, I'd managed to worm myself into a little community of demons like myself. For protection, you see. As I said, the Demon Realm is harsh. Like your village, the community drew the ire of the strong, those who sought to take advantage of it. Now, demons are fighters by nature, at least most of them. So, we fought back when they attacked. And in this attack, the leader of our aggressors was injured, wounded, almost fatally so."
Baalbatos frowned, remembering that day. "And he fled. Yes, we could have pursued him. It would have been easy to follow him, track him down and end his miserable little life. But we didn't. For whatever reason, we didn't. Be it mercy or exhaustion, we let him go. You seem like a bright kid, I'm sure you can see where this is going."
"So," continued Baalbatos, "He came back. Alone this time. He was a real madman, a monster. He killed ten people before we knocked him out. And we stood over his body, ready to twist his neck until it snapped. But we didn't. Instead, we took him prisoner. We thought he was worth more to us alive. And do you know how that turned out?"
Baalbatos sighed. "He broke free the next night and killed even more of us. He'd lost twice already, but he was still trying to kill us all. But you know what they say. The third time is the charm. This time, I took matters into my own hands when he finally fell. I tore his throat out with my bare teeth. I really didn't have much of a choice. My hands were so burned by the end of his assault, I could not pick anything up for weeks. It was rather hard to feed myself, as you might imagine. Not that I wanted to eat after the gore filled my mouth. But it had to be done," said Baalbatos, "For I did not want to wake up again one night to find him stabbing me to death."
Baalbatos sighed again. "I'm sorry for the speech, Galen. I just hope that now you understand what I mean a little more."
Galen blushed a bit when Baalbatos said that he was a kinder soul than most. Galen didn’t know if that was true, but it was good to hear such a thing; he made a lot of effort to try and become the best person he could be. The demon also said that he agreed that they were all flawed creatures, but he didn’t agree that everyone was redeemable and the reason for that was his own life story. The demon revealed that he hailed from the demon realm, and that wasn’t a big surprise, since he looked like a demon and the reason Galen didn’t say a word was because he didn’t care about the birthplace or race of anyone. The only thing that mattered to him was how someone acted.
That the demon realm was a harsh and cruel place, Galen had no doubt, but, still, he refused to believe that a race could be inherently evil by nature alone. Still, he didn’t know much of the demon realm and, as Baalbatos began to explain, he focused on listening and learning as much as he could. His black eyes were fixed at Baalbatos in order for not to lose a single word he was saying. And his story was absolutely cruel and sad. To have suffered so much, to be born in such a terrible place and have to fight for survival at every single day, it was way too rough, Galen sighed and the sadness touched his face and spread, making his whole expression become blue. When Baalbatos finished speaking, he couldn’t help but to sigh deeply and sadly. Then, he stared back at the demon.
– Thank you so much for sharing your story, mister Baalbatos. I can only say I understand your feelings and I can understand why you don’t have high hopes of redemption, but… I still believe in my way! – and when he said he believed on his way, Baalbatos could see a fiery determination and faith inside his innocent eyes. – You were all scared and it’s to be expected. But… Maybe he had something… Something that pushed him to do that. If I regret anything, is that I never tried to understand the bandit. I just fought him to make him go away… And then I killed him. I never spoke to him, to ask what motivated him, why he was doing that… I’ve never offered myself to help him, to maybe help him get rid of that way of his. And I won’t be committing the same mistake again! Helping the good people is something great, but helping those who lost track of themselves, who lost the light in their hearts… Well… That’s absolutely hard, but if we truly want to see change in this world, in this universe, that’s what we need to do… And that requires faith and courage! And I won’t falter again! – Galen truly believed in every word he was saying, and that was obvious. He wanted to help change the world, and he knew it wasn’t going to be easy, but he had to do his best nonetheless.
"Some people don't want to be understood," said Baalbatos simply.
Stubborn, thought Baalbatos, not a bad quality to have in this world. At least it meant he could persevere. But sometimes, perseverance was not enough in this mad little world of theirs. When people who could destroy entire planets in a single moment walked about, it was better to be strong. He regarded everything the boy said with a bit of sadness. The boy knew what pain was, but he had not learned everything about it yet. He was young, though. Baalbatos thought that if perhaps he had a little more time, he could easily learn what pain was. He just hoped the boy would come out of it unscathed. For all their philosophical and moral disagreements, Baalbatos liked the boy. In the way that a person likes a particularly friendly dog, but still.
"Well, Galen, I wish you luck," said Baalbatos, "You speak of change? Of being that change? Or taking the fate of the universe into one's own hands? Well, you and I are of a mind there. Perhaps we don't see eye to eye on this redemption business, but that's quite alright. But should you ever come to feel differently, I'd quite like to here what finally changed your mind."
Baalbatos smirked. "I quite enjoyed our discussion, Galen," he said, the smirk on his face unfaltering, "Perhaps we could debate morality again some time. I'm quite curious as to how you view the rest of the world."
Galen shook his head when he suggested that some people didn’t want to be understood. – Some people are just way to hurt to allow people in. They need our help the most, mis… Baalbatos! – he said, correcting himself before he called him “mister” again. Unfortunately most people thought that way and that was a shame. If people were more inclined to try and understand other people instead of fighting them or trying to force them into their own particular ideals, then the world could become a better place faster, but he knew that it wasn’t going to happen. No, it required a lot of time and effort and he knew it very well that there would be times when it would seem like no progress was made, and even that things were getting worse, but that was the time when he needed to be more resilient than ever and hold on to his ideals and faith in a better world for the generations to come.
He was still young, being only twenty three years old, but he knew better than a lot of older people. Hope was a driving force that would push him to overcome his limits, both physically and emotionally, in order to seek a world of understanding, peace and love. Baalbatos then wished him luck and he bowed slightly in thank for that wish. Then, when he suggested him changing his mind, he chuckled a bit and shook his head. – I don’t see that happening, Baalbatos, but if I ever do, I will tell you my reasons. I have no reason not to be completely honest with people. Sincerity is a rare thing in this world, but it is a very good thing. If we allow people in, we break walls and we generate good things. Sometimes it will hurt, but even a rose has its thorns, and I’m willing to resist the thorns to enjoy such beauty. – he said, making the analogy. Finally, when they were reaching the farewells, he chuckled again, blushing a bit as he felt embarrassed.
– Don’t expect a load of wisdom! I’m just a farm boy and a lone swordsman. The knowledge I have I’ve acquired by learning with people, wise people that were kind enough to share their experience and thoughts with this wanderer! Hehehe… - he laughed a bit. – My views may be quite simple, in a sense, but I will gladly share them with you any time you want. – he said, pausing yet again and nodding, with a satisfied expression on his face. – Also, I would like to thank you. This conversation made me realize there’s something I can do right now in order to help people and make this world a better place! I’m very grateful for that… I came to walk here trying to clear my mind, but wasn’t loneliness and wondering that got me that. It was this conversation with you, mister Baalbatos! – and there was the “mister” again, he just couldn’t help it. – Therefore, I hope to meet you again. If you ever need to find me… I will probably be at a very large tower on this grounds, taken I’m not in the middle of a travel or anything! – he said in a highly spirited tone, waiting for Baalbatos to say anything before they finally bid farewell to one another.
Some people were too hurt to let others in, thought Baalbatos, the boy wasn't wrong. No, he was actually right on base with that one. But, thought Baalbatos, they were the ones who tried to push that pain on to others, as if to free themselves from the pain. Baalbatos had met enough of those people to know this. They cared about themselves only, and Baalbatos could scarcely blame them. The world was far too rough to look out for anyone but oneself.
The boy was right again. Sincerity was indeed rare. If only the Earthling knew his true thoughts on the matter of sincerity: it was overrated, unnecessary, and usually false, anyway. But he'd not let Galen know that. All the while, Baalbatos kept a smile on his face.
So it was finally time for them to part ways. The boy spoke of a large tower nearby. Interesting, he thought, he would have to come by and see it.
"Very well, Galen," said the demon, "I'm glad I could help in some small way. But for now, I'm afraid we must part ways. But don't worry. I suspect we"ll meet again soon. I'm sure I can find this tower of yours. After all, your energy is like a beacon. Be careful of that. Some people might take advantage of that."
And with that, Baalbatos quit his walking and took flight, bursting into the air and away from the swordsman.
(Thread exit! Good thread, Galen! I'd like PL with heavy weights, and LMB please!)
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