The tension was as palpable, intense and unbearable as the desert heat outside. The second person spoke, his sly voice cutting through the air like a sharp knife. "Actually, I don't care about the war, I went on this journey to find my memories, I'm not on your side or Aria's side."
The desert king's gaze sharpened, his eyes piercing into the gambler's soul. "Memories," he growled, "are as fickle as sand. But if it is the truth you seek, young man, I know nothing about you, except that in our war with Leir Aria he says you are our only chance against him."
Leir sighed, his eyes shifting to the shadows of the throne room. "Revy," he said softly, "your past is as tangled as the sands of the desert. But I assure you, it is not lost. It is merely hidden, waiting for the right moment to reveal itself."
The third person nodded, his gaze still on Leir. "I understand," he said, his voice tight with determination. "You also want to use me in your war, like Aria."
Leir's eyes grew cold, the smile on his face vanished like a mirage in the desert. "I don't want to use you, Revy," he said firmly. "You don't know what a perverted creature Aria is, think about it, will Aria really give you your past memories after killing 3 kings?"
The first personality of Revy looked at Leir with a mix of anger and doubt. "What do you mean?" his grip on the hilt of the Red Abyss tightening.
Leir's gaze was as stubborn as the stones in the desert. "Aria," he said, "she's not interested in truth or mercy. She's playing with time like a child with a toy, and the lives of innocents are paying the price for her fun, and she knows you have the ability to remove spells. You're a greater threat to her than the 3 kings."
The gambler's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with these insinuations. "Maybe, but I'm just after my past, I'm not interested in chasing power, why would I be a threat?" He leaned forward, doubt burning in his eyes.
Leir's gaze grew sharper, his expression serious. "Because Revy," he said, "you have the power to neutralize any spell Aria can cast. In her quest to become the supreme god, she needs absolute loyalty and fear. You are the most extraordinary person with your abilities to stand against her in the world where she wants to become a god."
The room grew silent, the echoes of their words hanging in the air like the heat of the desert outside. The third personality of Revy, the swordsman, took a deep breath. "I see," he said, his voice filled with understanding. "I will not be used by either of you, Leir or Aria. I will choose my own path."
Leir studied him for a long moment, his expression inscrutable. "You are wise, Revy Gray," he said finally. "But beware, for the path of truth is fraught with danger and deception." He leaned back in his chair, his gaze drifting to the desert horizon.
Revy's third self nodded, her thoughts racing. He knew he couldn't blindly trust Aria or Leir, but he also knew he needed their help to uncover the truth. "We are not pawns to be played with."
Leir's smile was grim. "I never said you were. But you are the key to this game, whether you like it or not. Choose wisely."