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Now that was what he wanted to hear. Messiahs be praised we have a confession! On this eve, confessional has all been put to use! Let be brought the stakes and skewers and boiling vats of elixir! Let the screams up and sound! But no, not this time. No this time, fellow inquisitors, there must be deeds rewarded.

"WAS IT SO THE GIVEN TO SHE? The respect desired?" He asks. "I MAKE ALL TO INQUIRE BECAUSE A WONDER STRUCKBURST ALL THE FUCK AS TO BE STARSHATTER. I make all to wonder if never has any other means presented. I AIN'T GOT A KNOW MY OWNSELF, ONLY A MOTHERFUCKING CURIOSITY RIGHTEOUS. Question all be if there were other means to shine brighter, if she would."

What a curious question. She knew the answer to the first part as much as she hated to be honest with herself or anyone for that matter. But the second part was almost a puzzle. What other ways could she have gained the respect she so desired?

"I never got enough glory and respect." She confessed in her moment of weakness. "But as for if there are other ways for me to become even greater, one can only imagine."

And imagine she was. Just what options were there? It's not as though she could take President Snow's position.

If she had voiced that, he would only have offered a 'why not?'

Regardless, he knew it wasn't for naught. He had feeling in him that working with her would lend to the righteous path he so seeks to walk. He can see her uses stretch out before him, and so where he may get her what she desires. She could serve her purpose, and as preacher, he would serve his. A card to keep at ready to play.

"A SIN, THAT," He says. "Like all to be sin, such talents carved and efforts ignored." He looks skyward, then closes his eyes. "I FEEL A MIRACLE IS LIKE TO COME. A chance opportune, Messiah offered. I'D KEEP AWARE, I WOULD. Awareness all kept, pusher prepared for what chances may present. I SENSE THEY MIGHT NOT BE ALL THE SAME AS IS SEEMING IN THE NOW."

So long as he could keep her chance at glorification secured, he could well secure himself an ally in this war. The real war.

Azula's eyes narrowed at his seemingly prophetic words. Of course one could always present such thoughts on a gut instinct. It was almost impossible for things not to change given the current state of affairs.

But did he know something?

"Keeping constant vigilance is what won me my round despite what the rags and the nonbelievers would say." She spat before pretending to inspect her manicure. "Always watching for opportunity. Keeping an open and creative mind so you can use whatever you are presented with to your advantage. These are the skills I would try to impart on my tributes."

Casting him a fish eye glance she added "Though some are already more adept then others."

Such was her plight now. She had a district of madness in different forms but only a handful had any real skills or drive.

"What exactly does a miracle feel like?" She queried. "Where does one feel it's approach?" In her own opinion miracles were excuses people had for when they didn't understand a chain of events or the possible probability of things happening. She had lived all her life in carefully maintained and controlled environments. The closest thing that she had ever seen to miracles was when a relatively useless pathetic undeserving tribute occasionally won.

"THE RABBLE DOES SO LOVE TO SPREAD THEIR LIES. Get their lies all spread the fuck out the rabblers do." He says with a knowing nod. "BUT GOOD THEN. If she is all like to be aware, even still, all the motherfucking better. TOO MANY WOULD MAKE TO THINK THEMSELVES COMFORTABLE. Think themselves not in need of what all things are required to be in surviving."

He holds a hand over his heart, touches his temple with his fingertips, then makes a swirling motion in front of himself. Heart, mind, soul, body. The whole and the center.

"IT IS DIFFICULT TO EXPLAIN TO THOSE WHAT AIN'T OF THE MIRTHFUL," He says. "The mirthful are part of the grand carnival you understand. IT IS WRITTEN INTO THE CORE OR OUR VERY MOTHERFUCKING SELVES, OUR BLOOD, OUR BONES. The scripture is marked into our souls, don't you know. IN WHOLE TRUTH, SISTER, TO EXPLAIN IT PROPER IS TO COMBAT THE MIRACLE ITSELF."

For that, he hesitates. He knows that if he does explain, she shall think him vague. But she is not of the faith and there is nothing he can do about that. Unless all she opened to it, but he never thought her like to be very indigo. He would see her more... cerulean, he decides, if anything at all.

He breathes deep and say, "You sense it. YOU SENSE IT WITH AN UTMOST UNWAVERING KNOW THAT IT IS LIKE TO BE. It may come with strife or pain. IT MAY NOT MAKE ALL TO COME WITH EASE OR CLEARNESS THAT IT IS TO BE. But the know that it will is there and sure enough, sister, it does. AND WHEN IT ARRIVES A MOTHERFUCKER KNOWS." Like how all he knew the end of his world was like to come soon, and sure enough, he'd been right. Even earlier that all thought, only a thousand sweeps. "The Messiahs listen, my sister. THEY LISTEN AND SPEAK. It only takes the faith and will to hear them."

He's right, as far as she was concerned most of that was vague nonsense.

"I suppose I'll just have to see how I feel when the miracle arrives. And then see what I can make of it." She mused trying to imagine what sort of world shattering even lay just around the corner.

"What sort of miracles have you experienced in the past?"

He snorts, like she's acting him a rather dumb question. "THAT'S RATHER WIDE AND MOTHERFUCKING VARIED MY SISTER. Do you not think life to be a miracle? DO YOU NOT SEE MIRACLE IN THE WORLD? There is miracle in every color, every thing not touched by sin. BUT I KNOW AT FOR ONE SUCH AS SHE, THAT AIN'T WHAT ALL TO WHICH SHE GETS ON REFERRING."

He lifts his brows, smiling in amusement. Then his eyes close and he turns his face and palms skyward.

"I have heard the voices of the Messiahs, a blessed miracle in its own motherfucking self. THEY HAVE GUIDED ME THUS FAR AT THROUGH THIS LIFE OF MINE. They made whispers what all come true." He grins, flashing fangs. "LIKE THE END. The end of all motherfucking things. THE CRASH AND CRY OF A WORLD COME TO STALL, TURNING ROUND AND UP ON ITS MOTHERFUCKING HEAD TO MAKE WAY FOR CARNIVAL COME. Miracles such as these are great changes. I SEE NO DEATH IN FULL YET TO COME. But there is a miracle to be, a great motherfucking altering. THIS I UP AND FEEL."

She folded her arms listening to him and evaluating the words. Sometimes he was difficult to understand due to his unique way of speaking, this time however it was simply because Azula was not inclined to think about such things on her own.

"To hear you speak so passionately I start to wonder if I'm really making the most of my life that I haven't experienced such wonders."

He laughs, full and sincere, leaning back some with it. He doesn't laugh long, but he does look amused.

"I'd fear not. IT IS A COMMON MOTHERFUCKING SYMPTOM OF THOSE WITHOUT THE GUIDING HYMNS OF THE MINSTRELS," He tells her. His hands fold together. "You have much time to discover your own songs. THE WONDERS ARE THERE TO DISCOVER THEY ALL UP AND ARE. It just takes the awakening of one's self to behold them."

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"An awakening hmm?"

She looked deep in thought at the possibility of such. The potential. Perhaps there was more she wasn't seeing here, more to her situation that could be used in her favor and she only needed to open her eyes to it.

"Then perhaps it's time to for morning to come so I can wake up and discover what I've been missing."

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