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"Just like we could all do without your perspective, I guess" Mars jibed, munching on his cake.

"I am 87 years old, thank you!" The boy corrected Edward, "and I'll let you know that taking in others views is a great way to better both yourself and your creations. Something dear Mars here seems to get, which is why, in my eyes, he is a more respectable man than you. After all, he doesn't enjoy destroying others' creations. You know, a lot of love goes into everything created here (Except this place, anyway), and to defile one's dreams is a great sin, you know..."

"Did the humans try to see my perspective when they murdered my parents and tortured me?, did Yandela's slavers see her perspective when they tied her with magical inhibitor stones? Did any of them seem to care about our dreams?, it is the natural order of reality.
So don't try to act wise with me."
Edward brushed past him.

Yandela moves up to the wall, laying her hand upon the grooves in the stone. "...the magic in this place is incredible... But it feels abandoned..."

She whirls on the group. "How can such powerful magic have gone untapped? Don't you know how dangerous that is?"

"Yes, but that doesn't mean you have to be the same. Two wrongs don't make a right, correct? And anyway... Going by what you just said, I believe it's safe to say you're worse than them all combined. Why? Because you're blinded by revenge, and thus, you have killed countless of innocents who never stood a chance. Tell me, is that fair?... 'Cause I won't tolerate it in my world, thank you...." He then looked at the girl. "What do you mean?... This place uses magic to write the everlasting tales of Aelore, and builds itself so it can fit such information inside. Could it be that be what you mean?"

"He's such an emo hipster," Mars commented, severely unaffected by Edwards statements. It wasn't that he didn't care, it was just he was becoming accustomed to his dramatics. The more used to something he was the less reaction it got out of him.

Yandela shakes her head. "Those are simple spells... Unless... Then again..."

She frowns, laying her other palm on the stone. "There's no one reporting the history, is there? It's iust building and recording... All on its own..."

Edward couldn't argue.
Every word the kid had uttered was correct.
"I never did it out of unfairness. There was always a catalyst which led to their own destruction."
He looked around
"How far left?"

"Mhm, yes... Is that a problem?" Mitsuki asked, unsure of what she was talking about. Wait, was she literally saying that the Tower was lonely?!

"Magic... Will eventually form a mind of it's own if left alone for too long."

She sighs, pulling away as the Tower's magic reaches out for hers.

"That can be dangerous..."

"Oh really?... Hmm... Alright then, I'll look into that. Anyway, without further delay, let us go? We have 137 more floors to climb, anyway. Let us get a move on, right?"

She turns and stares at the kid. "...One... One hundred... And thirty seven...?"

"Yeah, and if you don't hurry up, we might end up walking 184 instead. So come on, let's go."

That peaked his interest "What? Why? Is this like in HP with the moving staircase?"

"Because history is being written every moment," Yandela murmurs, launching into action up the stairs. "Now let's go!"

Mitsuki nodded and started up the stairs. It didn't help that Aelore was pretty vast, too. "Just keep going and don't stop till yah reach the top, 'kay?"

No words passed Edwards lips as they climbed the immense stairs.

"You know, there's a possibility that we can get stuck here forever. Of course, I really can't, but you guys... Heh... Heh... Eh..."

"Well that's lovely." Mars griped. He hated climbing stairs as it was. But climbing for eternity? That was a fate worse than death

"Save your energy and climb." She grits through her teeth.