DragonFable | Akriloth, the Protector (Faster) | Chaosweaver (DA, DC, DM, Seasonal, Crutchless)

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Chaosweaver and DeathKnave walked through the woods together, as they’d done for years. At the foot of the hill, Falconreach stretched into the distance, the Guardian Tower poking out of the autumn foliage. The sun was just beginning to set, shining a subtle golden light that seemed to make everything glow.
“You won again, and beat Wrath, too. Now that you’ve done SSEX, you’ll be off on a long holiday - I’m just not good like you so I’m angry and I’m restless.” DeathKnave sighed, strolling ahead of Chaosweaver.
“You don’t have to keep losing, you know,” Chaosweaver said.
“Why? Should I run off and join a weaving school?” DeathKnave spun around, joking, but fell silent upon seeing the look on Chaosweaver’s face. DeathKnave knew what was coming. They both knew, somehow, maybe from the very beginning, that this would happen. Perhaps it was always only a matter of time. Chaosweaver’s eyes flitted around, searching for some courage, but found only the peaceful clouds. They opened their mouth, then closed it again, the words failing to come out. After a moment, they just shook their head, but that said everything that needed to be said about what was to come.
“No. No, please don’t -” DeathKnave turned around, trying in vain to escape this conversation.
“It’s no use, Knave. Knave, we’ve got to have it out.” Chaosweaver followed, appealing desperately to DeathKnave, who only looked down and kept walking. “I’ve wanted to win ever since I’ve known you, Knave, and I couldn’t help it. And - and I tried to get faster and you wouldn’t let me, which is fine, but I must make you hear now and give me an answer because I cannot go on like this any longer!” Chaosweaver now reached in front of DeathKnave, and looked into their eyes, pleading.
“Please, please don’t.” DeathKnave only shook their head, still averting Chaosweaver’s eyes.
“I gave up Zard Legs, I gave up everything you didn’t like; it’s fine, I’m happy I did, and I waited, and I never complained, because I - I figured we'd race forever, Knave! And I realize I’m not half consistent enough, and I’m not this great class -”
“No, yes you are!” DeathKnave grabbed DeathKnave’s arm suddenly, the words pouring out. “You’re a great deal too fast for me, and I’m so proud of you, and I just - I just don’t see why I can’t be as fast as you want me to be. I don’t know why.”
“You were?” Chaosweaver’s voice was barely a whisper.
“No. I can’t - I can’t use Firelock, and… it would be a lie to say I am when I’m not.” Deathknave was breathing heavily now, finally forcing out everything. “I’m so sorry. But I just can’t help it.”
Chaosweaver stumbled back, staring into the horizon, then back at DeathKnave.
“I can’t race with anyone else, Knave. I only want to race by your side.”
“It would be a disaster -”
“It wouldn’t be a disaster -”
“We’d be miserable -”
“Knave, we’d get perfect RNG!”
“I can’t! I can’t, I’ve tried it, and I’ve failed.”
“Why does everyone expect it then? Why does Wrath and Doomer expect it? Why are you saying this? Say yes, and let’s be happy, Knave!”
“I can’t say yes truly, so I’m not going to say it at all. And you’ll see that I’m right eventually, and you’ll thank me for it.” DeathKnave searched Chaosweaver’s eyes but found only despair.
“I would rather die than realize this, Knave. I would rather triple noncrit.” Chaosweaver turned away.
“No, don’t say that!” DeathKnave chased after them. “Listen, you’ll find some crazy, sub-20 strat, with Rolith’s and six crits, and some obscure gear that would make a fine item for your fine gearset, and you’ll beat Wrath, but I wouldn’t! Alright?”
“Yes you would, Knave.” Chaosweaver only kept walking away, aimlessly.
“Look at me! I have bad customs, and I can’t gearswap, and you’d be ashamed of me, and we would quarrel, because we can’t help it even now. I’d hate RNG damage specials, and you’d hate my DoT purge, and we’d be unhappy and we’d wish we hadn’t done it and everything would be horrid.” DeathKnave was almost panting, now. Chaosweaver only nodded, barely. The sun still shone to their west, on its way down below the horizon.
“Anything more?”
“No, nothing more.” DeathKnave shook their head, and Chaosweaver started to turn away. “Except that -”
Chaosweaver turned back, suddenly, to face DeathKnave. What had they realized? Patriot Chimera? Pandora Cursed Strike? Surely there was something, anything.
“Chaosweaver, I don’t believe I will ever catch up.” Upon hearing this, Chaosweaver let out a breath they hadn’t realized they’d been holding, and that last little bit of hope went out of their eyes. “I’m happy as I am. I love my simplicity and my consistency too well to be in any hurry to give it up.”
“I think you’re wrong about that, Knave. I think you will find an RNG strat to race with and love and you will live and die for it, because that’s your way…

… and I’ll watch.”