"Would I have taken it all...back?"

Yuki repeated his words aloud as she paused to answer his question. Would she? This power, this control...it wasn't always like this. She remembered a time long ago before the Forever War, before the Great Beast, and before the Ultimatum. When the World was still divided. Her inner conscious mentally transported her to a small and humble home with wooden flooring. A young and innocent girl. She didn't mean to see the neighbors do...that. Whatever that crime was...it involved blood. She knew what they did was wrong...and so she told Mommy and Daddy.

She rembered how proud they were of her. How they told her she had done the adult thing. The right thing. The police were due to arrive shortly. Yuki was happy that she actually did something of value. But the World is cruel. People are no different. The guilty neighbors stormed the house and burned everything. Burned it all down. Her house, her toys, her parents...she hid under the bed as the butchered screams of her Mommy and Daddy echoed against the walls. When the authorities finally dug out her charred body, they told her that the neighbors had fled the scene.

They were never caught. 

Justice and freedom. How people abused such power. Perhaps that was why she became Asgard, eternal Crimson Knight. Perhaps that was why her Tome continued to burn and symbolize the fires of grief. Having realized her abrubt silence, Yuki blinked out of her daze and stared back at the Platinum Knight. Even now it still hurt to think of them....she bit her lip and steeled herself to keep from breaking down right then and there.

"Ace. You already know my story. I will always choose to become Asgard. Those who break the law or bend it to their own needs....they are lower than trash." She hissed out the final words bitterly as thoughts of the Librarian and his inconsiderate rebellion angered her. "Now then." She motioned towards the chamber door. "After you." Her tone indicated that she was done discussing the past for now.

High above them on the rooftop, the Jester narrowed his crimson eyes as the man with hate in his heart approached him without notice. How interesting. Phasing out completely from his viewing spot, the masked man decended gracefully downward, landing right in front of a certain intruder.

"You seem to have a hobby for burning things down Cole Carton." He swept one arm to show the man the result of his actions as a good portion of the city was only now finally being doused of its flames. "I have two questions for you Cole Carton. First and foremost, by what business do you have here? Have you come to pay your respects to your almighty Superior in person?"

In a flickering flash, the Magix Man appeared behind Cole and placed a palm atop his shoulder. "Or, have you come to visit me? Surely that option would prove to be more....interesting." He leaned in close to lock eyes with Cole. "As a fellow madman, perhaps our destinies are not so different, yes?" Jester backed of now as he placed his hands in the pockets of his coat.

"Ah, but regardless of your answer, I'm afraid the second question requires a faster judgement as it could decide a great number of things. Tell me Cole Carton...how do you plan on dealing with that child over there?" Jester turned his masked gaze to the far right, his crimson eyes shining as he saw said child from even here. A boy clad in some sort of black armor. What a fascinating Tome.

"Well? Come out now. There's no need to be shy Thomas Reeves." He then glanced down below at a certain dark haired girl running towards the Citadel, his eyes lingering just a moment longer. "Don't think I've forgotten about you, my dear Evie."