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[fearsdaughter]

[Where she's tucked herself away is unimportant, which is why she's not giving that bit away. Mother Nature sounds more resigned and contemplative than anything, and there's the faint sound of crowds in the background.]

Death is like gravity, it cannot be stopped or all of the universe begins to go out of sorts. Things unravel when people come against such things, more than they believe they are already. Things die, it is a part of existence and a rule of the universe that should never be broken.

And yet here we all are, being forced in to a fight that will be ultimately lost. Forced to take a side and prepare ourselves and others for what? To be felled in battle? To fade out of existence?

[She sighs.]

I don't know how many of you have seen war, but it is not anywhere near so glorious as anyone wants you to think. It is blood and death and terror for little more than bragging rights over some pile of dirt or another.

It is people sitting at windows waiting for their lovers to come back with scars that will never go away if at all.

It is those you love leaving and never coming back.

It is watching everything you love burn to ashes in your fingers for some ideal that will never fill the hole they leave.

[She sighs, shaky.]

Worlds have died before, entire civilizations and people have been erased from existence and yet... here we are, still alive, still existing despite all of that.

We should be planting a new tree, making new homes, not trying to save a burning ship... but what do I know about anything. I'm no god, no war hero.

I've just been dragged here and forced against my will in to a fight I've no interest in. So please; sell me a reason to fight, give me something to believe in that will work.

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[fearsdaughter]

[there's a very soft laugh]

You think I'm doing this to protect nature? No, I am trying to...

[She cuts off.]

I've lived this, I've seen what a war like this brings. It doesn't matter how hard you fight or how much you love others. They'll just be hurt no matter what and so will you.

[digophelia]

Just because that is a possibility does not mean that any of us will simply give up and resign. It is as you said, it is a choice and hardly something to belittle another for. To possess choice is freedom.

[fearsdaughter]

It isn't a possibility. You aren't even half as prepared to fight as the Golden Army was and they were torn apart and turned against themselves. Even our greatest hero was turned in to a monster and used against us!

[There's sharp breaths being taken, and panic rising in her tone.]

You don't get it. There's nothing you can do to save anything and it's all just... just going to be torn away and there's nothing to do but watch as those people you love try to kill you.

[digophelia]

[ She manages to keep a very calm disposition, even as that hits a few nerves. She has lost her family at a young age and she has now vowed to protect her friends in Asgard. ]

Daunting does not translate to impossible. I may not be prepared and I have never fought in a war, but I will still give my life to protect the ones I care for here. I have found sisters, friends, and fathers here and I not turn my back on them just because I may be ill equipped. I have lost too much and I have nothing to return to and that is why I will fight. If you don't see that, then I pity you; perhaps, in time, you will see. Efforts may potentially be in vain, but I will be content in the fact that I did what could.

[fearsdaughter]

All anyone who finds you does is abandon you and throw you away when you become too much of a bother to keep around.

[It's snarled out, grief giving way to the anger she's always held on to to keep her going.]

Fathers only ever leave you despite whatever promises they make, and then they try to kill you or forget you even ever existed. Mine can't even remember my name and he's right here. I don't want your pity, I want you to listen so it doesn't happen to you too.

[digophelia]

It has already happened to me.

[ The way she says it is so calm, that it can be seen as a cold indifference to someone obviously struck with grief. Alice isn't seeing someone utterly spiteful, she's seeing an element of herself in her.

She can't be angry for long. ]

If anyone abandons you because they felt you were a bother, then they were not worth it. I know your father -- do you truly believe that it is out of the realm of possibility you can't change that?

[ It is obvious she's Pitch Black's daughter, for she's a spiting image of him, in a way. Alice doesn't want to begin to think what happened for this. ]

[fearsdaughter]

No. You know what's left of my father, it's been thousands of years since he's been that man. If he could be changed there would have been some glimmer of it before now.

[digophelia]

And is he not reduced to a mere mortal in Asgard? What could he possibly do now to you other than refute your claims.

[fearsdaughter]

He is still the monster he has been made in to, mortal or not.

[digophelia]

Bunny and Mr. North had their reservations about that.

[ There was also that aforementioned incident that he stabbed her and caused her to black out, but that won't be mentioned. ]

[fearsdaughter]

I somehow doubt they'd be all that willing, considering what he's done to them.

[Eradicating entire species is kind of a... bad thing.]

[digophelia]

I know, they have told me as much.

[fearsdaughter]

And have they done anything to help him?