Channelknight Fadran

"Whoa, hold on there." Djinn pushed out both his hand. "It doesn't work quite that way. First of all, lassie here's my master; not you. Second of all, any attempt to change the nature of my wishes have not ended well, so I don't recommend doing that."

"Hey, uh... I can still see you." "Hmm? What're you looking at?" Dave pulled himself higher, then settled on a cliff. "None of my scales are dirty, are they?"

"What about just an evening around the campfire together, during which I happened to bring hot dogs?"

"In case you haven't noticed, Janice, I've been very bent on removing you for quite awhile now." "Why?" She looked up, turning around to face Trace. "Why do you need to kill me?" "If your soul cannot be purified and perfected by my Queen," Trace replied, "then you must be destroyed." "You don't understand, do you?" Janice stood. "I'm imperfect. You're imperfect. Nobody is perfect! It's not something that can be given or attained, because we aren't capable of being perfect! No matter how hard we try, we're never going to succeed. The only thing we can do is try!" Janice stepped forwards. "That's why I don't want to hurt people, Trace. That's why I'm so weak in your eyes! I've been trying and trying and trying to become perfect, but I can't." Trace shook her head. "That doesn't make any sense. You say perfection is unachievable, but you try to become it anyways?" "It's not getting somewhere that makes the journey worth it. It's taking every step, no matter how far away your goal is. If I can't be perfect, then I have to keep trying so I can be the best person I can be." She took Trace's hands in her own. "So I'm sorry. I'm so sorry that I hurt you." Trace shook her head again. "I never said that you hurt me." "You don't have to." Janice said softly. "I know I did."

"What if I asked you out," Ellis said, "and took you to a hot dog place?"

"Precisely! It's fate that dictates that we met, which means it's fate that dictates which hot dogs you'll like!"

"Well, then you haven't had mine before."

"You obviously haven't had the right hot dogs."

"Well, I have to convert Gerald to s'more-ism, and I have to convert you to hot-dog-ism."

"Welp... looks like I have to convert both of you."

Ellis quietly smiled at the both of them.

"Nobody deserves to be hated..." Trace mused. "You do know how ridiculous you sound, right?" "I don't want to hurt anybody." Janice said, ignoring Trace's question. "But when I lost myself in anger, I hurt you." "So?" Trace stood up a little taller. "I steal people's bodies from them. I steal people's lives. If the people I destroy want to hurt me, then I'm not one to argue with them." "But I don't want to hurt you! I don't care if you're horrible, or a murderer or... or just a plain bad person. It doesn't matter who I hurt: only if I hurt them." "Cruz and I kill criminals and tyrants," Trace replied. "Aren't we justified in removing people who the world would be better off without?" "The world would be safer without me." Janice said. "Would you be justified in removing me?"

"It's a long story. What do you wanna do next?"

"I mean... technically you have to talk you wishes to me, so..."

One timeskip later, Ellis had a large tent set up for all of them. "Done!"

"Close enough. You wanna make a wish, lassie? You get..." he counted on his fingers, "uhh... you get some."

Hehe, he already did that

"No? Hey, do you have vocal cords?"

"Why does it matter?" Trace glared. "And why would I remember?" "I don't know why you'd remember, just... please answer me." "So what if you did? What difference does that make?" "You've corrupted other people before," Janice said, "haven't you? You've made others into yevon like me." "Purified," Trace corrected, "and yes. Yes, I have." "They all hated you. They all hated you like I did." Janice looked at her. "Didn't they?" "Of course they did. I don't see why that matters." "It matters..." Janice took a breath. "It matters because nobody should be hated."

"Should I sing my introduction song, or would you like to read the owner's manual?"