The Architect of this world, having a similar ether signature to Sheena and especially Lloyd? Fucking weird, and Lloyd’s brows furrow in confusion as he tries to process that. Lloyd’s not even an actual blade, so the idea of this world’s Origin having a similar signature boggles his mind. Hand coming up to absentmindedly scratch at his head as he tries to understand what he’s been told, Lloyd finds himself sorting through what he knows to find out just who this world’s Architect could be a reflection of in his world.
He starts off by narrowing down the options. Whoever the Architect is, he’s obviously male or male presenting. Human looking, too, so that strikes out any elves - but, Lloyd catches itself: he created this world. He has to be immortal in that case then, right?
So maybe he’s the reflection of an angel. Lloyd lists off the male angels he’s fought off - mostly rookies, and it obviously can’t be Mithos, Zelos, or Kratos, given how he’s met them in this world already, and they were all some type of blade. Yuan, maybe...?
Lloyd grimaces. Yuan, a god? Nah. No thanks. Besides, Lloyd knows his uncle, and beyond all of his eccentrics, Yuan wouldn’t allow for a system this corrupt and abusive to exist when he has the power to fix it. So Lloyd would bet money it wasn’t him.
Remiel, maybe? No. No, Remiel was obviously a half-elf. He can’t have been it.
With a pout, Lloyd starts drumming his hands on his thighs, lost in thought. Who else could it be then? Maybe someone who hadn’t posed a threat on his Aselia? Maybe somebody entirely new?
But... the ether signature. That feels really important.
Lloyd glances over at his Cruxis Crystal. Sheena’s ether signature felt similar, while Lloyd’s felt the same for a moment. The Architect looks like an old man, according to Mithos, with wings like his and Zelos’, not to mention an ether signature unlike a blade’s or an Aegis’, if it feels like Lloyd’s. So whoever it is, he must have some sort of prototype Cruxis Crystal or core crystal, something older and not yet optimized.
But Lloyd’s Cruxis Crystal is made to absorb mana. Lloyd had always assumed that’s why his ether signature felt so different to blades.
Could the Architect... Could he have a Cruxis Crystal? Could he somehow have gotten his hand on one?
Eyes widening, Lloyd lands on a thought. What if, somehow, the Architect is from his Aselia?
But that can’t be possible, right? Lloyd and the rest of the party had - for all intents and purposes - exiled the rest of the angels on Derris-Kharlan. And space travel wasn’t really a thing, not unless you count traveling on a comet space travel. And aside from his own, no other exsphere has ever evolved into a Cruxis Crystal over a natural series of events...
Maybe one of the angels that got exiled had something to do with this. But what happened to the others? And why would the angels make a world unlike the city of Welgaia had been, emotionless, cold, distant, but incorruptible?
So, old man, had wings, looked human, somehow lived forever. Under the hypothetical assumption that they have a Cruxis Crystal, came from Aselia, and left on Derris-Kharlan, Lloyd can knock the possibilities down to a few possibilities, including...
No. He wouldn’t. He fought Mithos with the rest of them at the end of their battles, he wouldn’t create a world just as corrupt. Not while knowing about the struggles of those who suffered back home.
But then, who else could it be?
Now bouncing his legs again, Lloyd takes another mental list, this time adding in himself. He fits the characteristics - (minus being old, thank you, but let’s assume this Lloyd or whatever is old as fuck because time differences) - and for a moment, Lloyd feels dread settle in at the idea of him somehow having caused all of this, but. Lloyd had every plan to shatter his Cruxis Crystal as soon as every other exsphere was captured, and that was never going to change. He wouldn’t ever let Anna’s soul be trapped for that long. Nor would he allow a corrupt system like the blade system exist. And that still doesn’t answer the question of how he would travel through space in the first place.
So, Lloyd sighs. We’re back at square one.
“That is weird,” Lloyd says, finally pulling himself out of his thoughts. “The only real explanation I can give you is that maybe whoever the Architect is, they have a prototype core crystal or something. Maybe it feeds off of mana instead of ether, like my Cruxis Crystal does.”
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The Architect of this world, having a similar ether signature to Sheena and especially Lloyd? Fucking weird, and Lloyd’s brows furrow in confusion as he tries to process that. Lloyd’s not even an actual blade, so the idea of this world’s Origin having a similar signature boggles his mind. Hand coming up to absentmindedly scratch at his head as he tries to understand what he’s been told, Lloyd finds himself sorting through what he knows to find out just who this world’s Architect could be a reflection of in his world.
He starts off by narrowing down the options. Whoever the Architect is, he’s obviously male or male presenting. Human looking, too, so that strikes out any elves - but, Lloyd catches itself: he created this world. He has to be immortal in that case then, right?
So maybe he’s the reflection of an angel. Lloyd lists off the male angels he’s fought off - mostly rookies, and it obviously can’t be Mithos, Zelos, or Kratos, given how he’s met them in this world already, and they were all some type of blade. Yuan, maybe...?
Lloyd grimaces. Yuan, a god? Nah. No thanks. Besides, Lloyd knows his uncle, and beyond all of his eccentrics, Yuan wouldn’t allow for a system this corrupt and abusive to exist when he has the power to fix it. So Lloyd would bet money it wasn’t him.
Remiel, maybe? No. No, Remiel was obviously a half-elf. He can’t have been it.
With a pout, Lloyd starts drumming his hands on his thighs, lost in thought. Who else could it be then? Maybe someone who hadn’t posed a threat on his Aselia? Maybe somebody entirely new?
But... the ether signature. That feels really important.
Lloyd glances over at his Cruxis Crystal. Sheena’s ether signature felt similar, while Lloyd’s felt the same for a moment. The Architect looks like an old man, according to Mithos, with wings like his and Zelos’, not to mention an ether signature unlike a blade’s or an Aegis’, if it feels like Lloyd’s. So whoever it is, he must have some sort of prototype Cruxis Crystal or core crystal, something older and not yet optimized.
But Lloyd’s Cruxis Crystal is made to absorb mana. Lloyd had always assumed that’s why his ether signature felt so different to blades.
Could the Architect... Could he have a Cruxis Crystal? Could he somehow have gotten his hand on one?
Eyes widening, Lloyd lands on a thought. What if, somehow, the Architect is from his Aselia?
But that can’t be possible, right? Lloyd and the rest of the party had - for all intents and purposes - exiled the rest of the angels on Derris-Kharlan. And space travel wasn’t really a thing, not unless you count traveling on a comet space travel. And aside from his own, no other exsphere has ever evolved into a Cruxis Crystal over a natural series of events...
Maybe one of the angels that got exiled had something to do with this. But what happened to the others? And why would the angels make a world unlike the city of Welgaia had been, emotionless, cold, distant, but incorruptible?
So, old man, had wings, looked human, somehow lived forever. Under the hypothetical assumption that they have a Cruxis Crystal, came from Aselia, and left on Derris-Kharlan, Lloyd can knock the possibilities down to a few possibilities, including...
No. He wouldn’t. He fought Mithos with the rest of them at the end of their battles, he wouldn’t create a world just as corrupt. Not while knowing about the struggles of those who suffered back home.
But then, who else could it be?
Now bouncing his legs again, Lloyd takes another mental list, this time adding in himself. He fits the characteristics - (minus being old, thank you, but let’s assume this Lloyd or whatever is old as fuck because time differences) - and for a moment, Lloyd feels dread settle in at the idea of him somehow having caused all of this, but. Lloyd had every plan to shatter his Cruxis Crystal as soon as every other exsphere was captured, and that was never going to change. He wouldn’t ever let Anna’s soul be trapped for that long. Nor would he allow a corrupt system like the blade system exist. And that still doesn’t answer the question of how he would travel through space in the first place.
So, Lloyd sighs. We’re back at square one.
“That is weird,” Lloyd says, finally pulling himself out of his thoughts. “The only real explanation I can give you is that maybe whoever the Architect is, they have a prototype core crystal or something. Maybe it feeds off of mana instead of ether, like my Cruxis Crystal does.”