Lloyd blinks, eyebrows shifting downwards as his eyes narrow in thought. So, a driver awakens a core crystal, and the blade pops up as is, but where does the conversation come into place? Where is the deal struck and the agreement made? When is the contract signed and the terms of partnership made valid?
Do blades have absolutely no control on who wakes them up, who drives them? Who controls them, or how? How their resonance is shaped? How it's used?
Nausea churns in Lloyd's gut, the apple in his hand no longer seeming sweet. So this world has a system of indentured servitude, basically, where bladekind and their individual happiness is left in the hands of lucky draws, a chance for a good driver over that of a terrible one. And while Lloyd still has hope and faith in humanity - in the general will of people to do good - he's seen way too much, experienced way too much to know that this system works as it should, that all people treat their blades as they should.
Lloyd thinks of the Aegises - of Zelos, of Colette, of the way they were abused - and the anger that flares up in his heart is intense, rage choking his logical thoughts within seconds. It's a miracle he's able to push it down long enough to listen to Anna's story, because, well. He did ask for it.
And he does listen, places his free hand on Anna's forearm and gives her a small, reassuring smile, but the sick fury pulses through his veins, not unlike what he felt when he learned of the Angelus Projects, of the true cost of Exspheres and Cruxis Crystals. What the fuck, he thinks, does Sheena know about how awful this system is?
"Mom," Lloyd calls out in his distraction, not even realizing he's opened his mouth until his voice rings out around them, "you're saying that blades don't have explicit control over who drives them, and if that's the case, that's just - that's fucked."
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Lloyd blinks, eyebrows shifting downwards as his eyes narrow in thought. So, a driver awakens a core crystal, and the blade pops up as is, but where does the conversation come into place? Where is the deal struck and the agreement made? When is the contract signed and the terms of partnership made valid?
Do blades have absolutely no control on who wakes them up, who drives them? Who controls them, or how? How their resonance is shaped? How it's used?
Nausea churns in Lloyd's gut, the apple in his hand no longer seeming sweet. So this world has a system of indentured servitude, basically, where bladekind and their individual happiness is left in the hands of lucky draws, a chance for a good driver over that of a terrible one. And while Lloyd still has hope and faith in humanity - in the general will of people to do good - he's seen way too much, experienced way too much to know that this system works as it should, that all people treat their blades as they should.
Lloyd thinks of the Aegises - of Zelos, of Colette, of the way they were abused - and the anger that flares up in his heart is intense, rage choking his logical thoughts within seconds. It's a miracle he's able to push it down long enough to listen to Anna's story, because, well. He did ask for it.
And he does listen, places his free hand on Anna's forearm and gives her a small, reassuring smile, but the sick fury pulses through his veins, not unlike what he felt when he learned of the Angelus Projects, of the true cost of Exspheres and Cruxis Crystals. What the fuck, he thinks, does Sheena know about how awful this system is?
"Mom," Lloyd calls out in his distraction, not even realizing he's opened his mouth until his voice rings out around them, "you're saying that blades don't have explicit control over who drives them, and if that's the case, that's just - that's fucked."