"Mmm. I'm pretty sure they ended up getting blasted off our ship by a bunch of angry Saiyans after the eloquent dunce tried to steal some of our blasters on board. Not the smartest guy, I'll tell you that much." Amara didn't even really remember if that particular Heran had survived or not, though considering he was forcibly ejected from a moving craft above an ecological dead zone set IN a WARZONE, probably not. Amara shrugged as Iyre reasserted that her path of violence was a certified choice and not an obligation. "If that's how you wanna go about stuff, more power to you. The worst part about most heroes is that they just can't accept that some people aren't inclined towards 'good'."
Yeah, it was downright despicable what some of the galaxy's worst did, but there was a catch to it all. Nobody was born truly good or truly evil. Amara had seen benevolent Demons and malicious Earthlings, good-intentioned Arcosians and supremacist Shinjin. "So go at it! The galaxy is all about balance, isn't it? If too many folks start taking on the role of passive do-gooder there'd be stagnation or something. And likewise, too many evil dweebs would risk the destruction of a lotta stuff." Amara wouldn't claim to be an expert on the topic, but she DID know that there were always going to be 'bad' people in the world. And that bad people aren't necessarily pure evil at heart.
"Tell ya the truth, I never bothered to think too hard about it until now." Iyre admitted, "Life ain't been easy. That ain't me bitchin', that's just straight fact. First step has always been survive. Second has been grow. But this... it does change shit. Not sure I'm smart enough to figure out how yet. But it does."
The anger within Iyre had ebbed to its lowest point since she was a child. The carefully nurtured flame of fury that had kept her moving forward, kept her fighting, kept her alive, here it was still. Quiet. Even more than Namek, this glimpse into the afterlife was a pacifying thing.
Life had been one long struggle for Iyre, from the moment she was born. Life was also very cheap. Her trade was in violence, and she'd never really understood why that seemed to be so shocking to some alien species. There were a lot of people in the galaxy. Losing a few of them didn't really matter. She was sure that eventually she'd lose her own life, facing up to some power she couldn't best and that didn't want to leave her alive. That was just the way the galaxy worked. Wasn't it?
But now it looked like someone - or something - had designed the galaxy to work that way.
The big brute couldn't grasp all the implications of that right away, but it was enough to still the rage in her for at least a short time just from the awe of the realisation. Only time would tell if it came back stronger for it, or was muted more permanently by it.
"You sure gave me a lot to think about, lady." She said, as she looked out over the afterlife. "Gotta say, I was startin' to lose faith in Namek, but it looks like the old geezer might be the first guy who knows what he's talking about. You sure there ain't anything I can offer you?" She looked just a little uncomfortable - an expression that she clearly was not used to. "I ain't like being in nobody's debt."
"I think that a lot of people look at the fact that an afterlife exists and come to two types of usual conclusions. One is that actual life is meaningless because of it, and the other is that actual life matters MORE because of it. Personally, I'm still not sure what to think despite already being dead. This is the end of the road right, and I can't affect anything that happens in the real world anymore. So doesn't that mean that what I did on the other side mattered more? Less time and more volatile conditions mean that anything I accomplished was WORTH more than whatever I do here. Yet what does it matter what I did if I end up confined here to what seems to be an eternity?" There was no real answer to that conundrum. Folks had to make their own best solution and role with it.
And I'd like to believe that life isn't cheap, it's valuable." Her eyes fluttered shut, memories of her father in bits and pieces floating around in a jumbled mess. "The fact remains that there is a lot OF life and it's easy to take... but that makes it more worthwhile in the end doesn't it? Something so precious and fragile that you could seldom hold onto without fierce determination to keep it safe. The WILL to survive, to go on, to keep living despite the universe being against you at every turn. You can either embrace the fact that living sucks sometimes, or succumb to a sort of apathetic violence where you value it as worthless." If only it was easier to realize stuff like this before you ended up beyond the grasp of life itself. "I guess you can never appreciate something you had until it's gone, as they always say."
The first look at Otherworld portrayed an immeasurably large prison that doubled as a recycler, churning through souls to be reborn in an infinite loop. And it could be disheartening to see it like that. Amara herself hadn't even believed in an Afterlife or Gods up until she arrived before the Ogre King himself. Relative to the universe, people such as her were small and insignificant. Yet who decided that making a UNIVERSAL impact was necessary? She fought day by day, hour by hour. Blood, sweat, tears, and lost friends. The Plant War may be a minor conflict to some, but to people like Amara it was simultaneously the most important AND most horrendous event of them all. Shouldn't they be glad that there are so many other places NOT embroiled within the wrath of war? "If you're looking for easy answers to life and spirituality, Iyre, you're not going to find them. For every complicated situation, there is an answer that is simple, seemingly perfect, and dreadfully incorrect."
Amara palmed a small broken bit of black thorn around, unafraid of the wickedly sharp tip which had ensnared the Heran not terribly long ago. The Tuffle cupped it with both hands, concentrating for a moment and allowing a chunk of her magic to flow into the object. "Take this back, if you so desire. Let it be a reminder that your time here was real. And as for any favors... well, come visit again soon and I might have something more concrete to ask of you. Does that sound alright?"
Mana Infusion (UT) used to enchant the broken thorn and create -
Peaceful Blackthorn: A wickedly sharp and barbed piece of underbrush originating from Hell. Being pricked by it's edge paradoxically eases pain and calms the receiver slightly.
For once in her life, Iyre really listened - and tried to understand. Despite what she said, and often thought, about herself... it wasn't really fair to say that Iyre was stupid, exactly. She was certainly uneducated. Ignorant. Disinclined to spend much time on analysis. All of that was true. But when she had reason to apply her brain, Iyre could be quite - well - cunning, at times. As she'd said, she never really stopped to think about this sort of thing before. She'd naturally assumed that Gods existed because that made intuitive sense to her, but she hadn't thought a great deal about what happened after you died. She'd just sort of assumed that your legacy and glory meant more than it seemed they did.
"I think I getcha." She said. "At least, a little. But I also think I see where we're different. You've seen this Yemma guy and he's put the fear in you. You don't think it's possible to change things here."
She shrugged her broad shoulders, but now she was smiling; a near-feral grin that spoke of a rising level of excitement in the brash young Heran. "You might be right. But the way I see it, now I got something even bigger'n conquering a planet to aim for. It ain't in me to just accept something I don't like. And I don't like ... this. So I'll change it. Somehow. 'Cuz you're right. Nothing in the damn universe is ever simple. But you know what? It should be."
How was she going to change the structure of the universe? How could she tear down the old order and put something new in place? She didn't have a clue. It probably wasn't even possible. Such things were the rules of existence. But since when had Iyre ever worried about the rules? She would find a way to change death, or she'd die trying, and if that happened? Then at least she'd know that she'd given it her best shot.
Reaching out, the woman carefully took the barbed thorn, and lifted it up to her eyes.
"Well. That'll at least prove this wasn't just a dream." She said, nodding her head. "You got a deal. I'll come back soon. Maybe try and get a glimpse at the big guy myself. That should be fun!"
Because unfortunately, she could already feel her body starting to call back to her; the thundering of her heart was filling her ears, which meant that she HAD a heart again. Hopefully her body hadn't done anything too outrageous to that old geezer whilst she was away; she was going to need his help again before too long she expected.
When on the subject of philosophy, a brutish Heran would typically be one of the last minds you'd resort to engaging with. And indeed it was clear from the outset that the two women here shared very poignantly different ideals. "That'd at least keep ya busy while you're down here!" Better warriors than Iyre had tried and failed to overturn the natural order in millennia past so Amara had no reason to expect anything different from just another boisterous Heran who was, by their own admittance, nothing important. Still though it'd be amusing to see if she got lucky and somehow succeeded. The Afterlife would probably go from a pleasant penitentiary to an absolute torture chamber if Iyre's beliefs and background were anything to go by, but at least it'd be different.
"Yep! It's more than just a basic memento, too. Play around with it a bit in the real world to see what I mean!" Amara gave the larger woman an exaggerated wink, hands clapping together. "Oh and do try not to kill any elderly Namekians would you? I've got a feeling you will need their assistance to come by again given that mysticism isn't exactly a defining feature of your whole personage." Without much else to say, Amara would sit and watch as Iyre's soul was dragged back to its proper body, giving the woman a wave along the way: "Bye, see ya next time~!"
"Yeah. Don't think this is what he had in mind, but I think it's best for him it is what I got."
Iyre's jaw clenched as she felt the insistent pull growing tighter around her limbs. Just because of who she was, she was obligated to try and fight the pull. Her eyes closed and her nostrils flared as she tried to anchor herself in this strange space of unliving for a few moments longer - though in the end, it amounted to little, and soon enough her eyes opened to find that she had remained seated, stationary, on the floor where this had all begun.
But when she unfurled one clenched fist, she found the thorn was indeed there.
"Well?" The old Namekian asked, "What did you learn?"
She rose from her seated position, and absently spiked the thorn through the twist of rope that hung at her side to contain her trophies. It was true. The young Heran warrior had never thought that she'd amount to anything great; she would have been happy to aim for her single conquest and then work out some of her abandonment issues on the brutalised bodies of her parents.
But what had been a simple conversation for Amara had been much more important for Iyre. At the very least, this journey justified completely her decision to come to Namek.
She laid her hand on the Namekian's shoulder, "Many things, old man. Got a lot to think about. Here."
From her belt she pulled a pouch and, quickly weighing it, nodded to herself. A thick stack of zeni deposited in his hands.
"Don't want to hear no." She said, firmly. "There's more offworlders here every day. You hold on to that. Maybe some day you find a use for it. Maybe you don't."
Her tone brooked no argument, and she ducked down to shoulder her way out of the hut. "... Might just come back this way soon, too. Make sure you got more of them candles on hand."
And with that, she started to trudge towards the Northern Scar. Her first insight gleaned, she thought she had an inkling of where she might need to be to gain her second.