Some art will be claimed and salvaged before destruction can reach them. They will be regarded as spoils of war, and then handed down through the generations.
But not all treasures are held equal, and not all are saved. That which is beloved by your enemy is simply something that can follow them to the afterlife, in some battles.
[mikazuki will glance at the portraits all around them, different friends staring upon them with contempt. only sadness seems to creep into his gaze]
It is not the first time my comrades would have burned.
... what do you believe, Rupert? That it would have been better to witness conflict, but know that you could do nothing - and live in that certainty?
Or to know that conflict is happening, and to possess your own two hands with which to involve yourself, but to wonder if you can enact any change at all?
[he doesn't sound like he minds too much, though, as he pauses and looks around while trying to avoid glancing directly at any of the paintings]
Maybe... Some of the other rooms I was in kind of pushed us into completing some kind of objective before we got to leave. I can't think of what that would be here, though.
[glancing around as if he can see the right direction to go, he glances at a portrait of a young woman who seems to be slightly translucent, as though she's fading away slowly, with a furious expression. he pauses for a half step as he sees it before he's walking more quickly.]
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[mikazuki laughs to himself]
It could very well still be quite satisfying. Though... the destruction of galleries is not particularly rare in history.
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If it was literally any other gallery, I wouldn't even consider it. That kind of thing is really common where you're from?
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But not all treasures are held equal, and not all are saved. That which is beloved by your enemy is simply something that can follow them to the afterlife, in some battles.
[mikazuki will glance at the portraits all around them, different friends staring upon them with contempt. only sadness seems to creep into his gaze]
It is not the first time my comrades would have burned.
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Are wars like that common where you're from, then?
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Though I believe most wars look alike, after some time.
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[...]
It must be hard.
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... what do you believe, Rupert? That it would have been better to witness conflict, but know that you could do nothing - and live in that certainty?
Or to know that conflict is happening, and to possess your own two hands with which to involve yourself, but to wonder if you can enact any change at all?
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The second one. I'd always choose the second one. There's an option for me to try and help people that way.
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Then you need not worry whether my life is difficult or not.
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How do you mean?
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[he smiles easily, before continuing to walk along. grandpa riddle hour.]
Now where is that exit...
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[he continues to follow along as he tries to solve this grandpa riddle]
It can't be too far off.
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[now he's just being unhelpful for fun,
but mikazuki will walk along]
Certainly not. For what must have an entrance, must also have an exit.
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[he continues to follow, though.]
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[aka he's not answering any further, terrible old man.
they continue to walk though... and he hums thoughtfully]
My... It does seem to keep going.
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[he doesn't sound like he minds too much, though, as he pauses and looks around while trying to avoid glancing directly at any of the paintings]
Maybe... Some of the other rooms I was in kind of pushed us into completing some kind of objective before we got to leave. I can't think of what that would be here, though.
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[they will be yeeted out in like five comments]
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[glancing around as if he can see the right direction to go, he glances at a portrait of a young woman who seems to be slightly translucent, as though she's fading away slowly, with a furious expression. he pauses for a half step as he sees it before he's walking more quickly.]
We aren't that far.
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... we likely aren't.
[a beat]
A friend?
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Yeah. Her name is - was Cecily.
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... she seemed lovely.
[even in her fury]
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[after a beat, glancing forwards:]
See any doors?