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Location: Prison Cell, Wall Sina
Year: 851
Time: Early Spring
The cold stone pressed against his back like a second spine.
He hadn't moved in hours.
Didn't see the point anymore.
The flickering torchlight from outside the bars cast long, lazy shadows across the cell's floor—shadows that stretched like reminders.
He had failed.
He'd failed in that old chapel when his last hope—his daughter—denied the bloodline...
Denied divinity.
Denied him.
And now, the world he tried to preserve, to protect, trudged forward without him.
He blinked slowly.
What would they do to him? Parade him through the streets? Make him into a cautionary tale for whatever new authority ruled now? That Ayanokouji boy—Rod almost spat, thinking that name was something else entirely.
That young man...
He moved like water, like time itself.
And somehow—somehow, he'd outmanoeuvred them all. The nobles. The military. Him... all to get to...
Historia.
A puppet? Maybe. But not Rod's puppet.
He reached a hand up, scratching absently at the tangled beard clinging to his face like moss to a ruined statue.
His bones ached, and so did his dignity.
They'd all forgotten what he did was for peace. For continuity. The old ways had protected the people from truths too enormous to bear. The world outside the walls wasn't hope—it was a graveyard.
Filled with demons.
And worse... history.
He thought about Kenny. His squad. Their sudden disappearance. Erased, like so many others. Blood spilled for a delicate balance.
And now that balance had tipped.
He had failed.
All for nothing.
The guards sometimes spoke outside his cell, whispering like children too scared to come inside. Gossip, mostly. Historia was Queen. The people were satisfied. Kiyotaka had created something... different.
It wasn't better, just better-disguised.
Rod had been the power behind the throne.
Now, so was he.
But no one would say that out loud.
They celebrated their new faces. The fresh paint on the old walls. All of it a lie they wanted to believe.
He shifted slightly. Just enough to adjust the sharp edge of the stone beneath his hip.
Then—
"You know... for someone so closely related, the genetic lottery really favoured the other one."
Rod didn't lift his head, not at first. Just dragged his eyes toward the door as it creaked open and the hinges moaned
"...?"
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