4 Works in Shulk & Zanza (Xenoblade Chronicles)
-CONTAINS MASSIVE SPOILERS FOR XENOBLADE CHRONICLES-
There was something to be said about the unpredictability of the future.
It was fickle, everchanging. The future Zanza saw was never set in stone, there were endless possibilities. It was what he designed, after all. He gave the Homs the freedom to choose, the freedom to feel. That applied to everyone - including his vessel.
And, Zanza thought, mildly irked as he and Shulk lay with one leg dangling precariously off the edge of the platform, he wondered why he’d chosen such a reckless vessel.
(Title is a work in progress)
In which Shulk navigates a world of his own creation, between an end and a beginning.
Shulk stood between the meeting of two worlds. Something rippled beneath his feet, rumbling deep along the scars of an unsteady reality. The empty above shone blue, then red, then black. One star burned brighter than the rest.
There was a dead god, some ways away. He was silent. He was still. He would speak, given time to think and grieve.
But in that short reprieve, one star streaked down from the sky.
“Good morning,” it said, and suddenly Shulk knew: Alvis. We were friends, once. “We have a great deal of work ahead of us.”
“Startled? I was, too, when I discovered this place still very much existed.”
Shulk wasn’t sure if the voice or the environment he was trapped within had caused more of the fear that wracked his body, yet his eyes darted about in the starry void around him, body finally moving for the purpose of observation.
“Please, dear Shulk, no need to be alarmed. I can no longer bring you harm because of you and that… No longer existent blade.”
Zanza had always been there. He was Zanza, and Zanza was him. His choices had been Zanza’s choices, whether he knew it or not. Whether he liked it or not.
Now, it was time for Shulk to make his own choices.