The Nihilist's Momentos

["Zero" Americanski]

"My viewpoint would be that of a friend and lover, not a fellow revolutionary." I say.

[Hedeon]

Hedeon gasps suddenly. How did he know? Sasha's voice is silent, the pills are doing a good job of suppressing him.

Most of the time.

With one smooth motion, Hedeon withdraws his sword, and grabs Ezra by the throat with his opposite hand. He lifts him up, and opens a gate underneath them, teleporting them to the League of the Godless.

Still holding Ezra by the throat, Hedeon carries him into the dungeons.

"Sasha Kropotkin is dead. He killed your sister Simona, then killed himself because he couldn't bare the responsibility of it." Hedeon finally replies. "You are mistaken." He throws Ezra into a cell, and locks it.

[Soren]

"I can't. You don't understand."

Soren pulls himself from her and starts walking away. If he loved her he would start thinking about romantic things and would decend down a slippery slope into the world of sloppy thinking. He has to be clear. He has to be the master of his emotions. Everything can be broken down. Love, a feeling, a reaction, a response, an interaction of hormones.

He stops. He knows what he has to do, but can not leave her.

"You can come with me tonight. I can show you some of my new trolleys. But only this one time, and I am doing it for you and not for me. You are still limited by romantic ideals. Until you are liberated like I am, I can cater to you a little. But like I said, don't get the wrong idea."

He becomes angry with himself for such weakness.

[Freak Boy]

"And THAT is the true spirit of the revolution, right there! Seeing people on a personal level rather than just as some distant figure. Frida Khalo, for instance, painted a portrait of Trotsky as an anniversary gift - it's a good example of revolutionary art.

"Something tells me you, with your personal view of Bassarov, would be able to convey that kind of image to people in your art... you could be a true revolutionary without even knowing it." Freak Boy said, pulling out a Red Bull. He pulled out another and offered it to Zero.

["Zero" Americanski]

I shake my head. "No thanks." But I do begin to draw Bassarov playing his violin, something I haven't seen him do for a very long time. As soon as I finish that I draw a picture of him, Mischa and myself at dinner, talking pleasantly.

[Freak Boy]

Freak Boy looks at the picture of Mischa, Zero and Bassarov.

"That's great, but normally wouldn't I appear out of nowhere and ruin the moment? Where am I?" he asked jokingly.

[Mr. Futsu]

"I'm glad that it sounds as if everything will work out for you, Fen. As for Lady Violet and Lin Sat, I have met Lin sat only once, and have met Lady Violet several times, but they are both wonderful people." I state with flirtatious enthusiasm.

"Since the Little Sister project is such an important project, I wouldn't be surprised if you would meet either Lin Sat or Lady Violet someday. I'm sure they would be curious to know who's taking such good care of Iris."

[Ezra Weil]

Ezra didn't know what this fairy was talking about. The FRA killed his sister. He was not even aware tht Sasha Kropotkin was dead as well.

He is not shocked when the dark fairy teleports him to the League of the Godless and throws him into a cell. He looks at the fairy more puzzled than angry.

"Sasha Kropotkin killed himself over...my sister?"

He never respected Sasha enough. Maybe he was too judgemental, which is wrong. But he didn't like what the anarchists stood for and the lifestyle they lived. Free love, drugs, violence...that's what the anarchists were to him.

[Sophia]

I smile hopefully, yet sadly, and nod my head. "Okay..." I reply, modestly. Soren's acting as though he's trying to impress someone. I don't like it when he forces his own beliefs on himself, but decide against talking about it until we reach Copenhagen. "So tell me about your new trolleys, kiddo."

[Fenitchka]

"You mean it? Then I will work extra hard." I see that his office is a little messy so I pick up a feather duster and start to dust. "Can I clean your office for you, Mr. Futsu? You really need someone to clean around here!" I giggle. "You must be so busy. You need someone to take care of you."

["Zero" Americanski]

I grin a little, and flip the page over. I quickly draw a scene of a dumbstruck Bassarov standing in a trashed apartment, with Freak Boy in the background saying 'I'll pay for that!'

[Freak Boy]

Freak Boy laughs. "Very funny, Zero... you're a regular laugh riot."

He looks at the picture and, in the back of his head, thinks how that's actually not far from what happens when he's around. There's the bullet through the window(still unpaid for), the big-ass hole in the door(also unpaid for), and a few other little things(STILL unpaid for).

["Zero" Americanski]

"Here." I carefully remove it from the notebook and sign it with a pair of Japanese characters meaning Rei-ko, or Zero Girl. "You can keep it."

[Soren]

Soren takes Sophia down to his room and explains each of his trolleys and how long it took to build each of them.

"..and this one took 12 hours to complete. It took so long since the paint was cheap and I had to do three coats."

After he explains all of the trolleys he is at a loss of what to talk about, so he explains the trolleys again.

"...so now you know more about my trolleys than anyone else. That's what I like about you. You are the only girl who cares about my trolleys."

He pauses.

"Remember when we went on a trolley ride in Amsterdam. That was the best day...I have had in a long time. Not that it matters. Our lives are nothing and the universe is cold and indifferent to our existance, but, you know, it was still good."

[Freak Boy]

"Thanks. I'll be sure to get it framed." Freak Boy says with a grin, but still is 100% serious about that.

"I'd do a comic sketch of you, but there's nothing to really make fun of... well, nothing that wouldn't be poking fun at Bassarov and Mischa in the same sketch anyway." Freak Boy says, taking a sip of his Red Bull.

"I think you captured me perfectly."