Post by Dion on Jul 4, 2023 23:58:25 GMT -5
There were a lot of things Dion was afraid of.
Loss, helplessness, death- Hell, even the idea of battle at this point made his once boiling Saiyan blood run cold.
But this? This was a whole new level of fear.
Ironically, the young man wasn't completely sure what he was feeling afraid of- after all, this was something that had been a long time coming, and one would be made to believe that he'd have prepared himself both mentally and emotionally for this very moment during his living out of a more peaceful set of circumstances with his Amara dearest.
And yet, the thought of facing one of the people he had so severely wronged in his corrupted haze of mind still shook him to his very core. Funnily enough, while Dion was sure Zhalla would be much more open to at least a dialogue between the two of them, the same couldn't be said for her better half in Nero. Always the wise-cracking, lighthearted type, most people would be led to believe Nero would have the same sort of mindset toward Dion's actions as someone like Zhalla would, but, they would be sorely mistaken.
While the young man was sure Nero would at least not be downright cruel to him, Dion wasn't sure at all where the line was drawn in the sand between the two in regard to what the Guru of Namek would have in store for him. A verbal beating? A physical one? Perhaps an utter and complete shunning?
The only way to know for sure, though, was to face the man himself, head on. And Dion already decided a long time ago that he was done running away from his problems, so, he finally began to seek the Guru out.
He was sure if he asked Amara to accompany him she likely would have, after all, she and he made themselves a promise that no matter what they would go through, they'd tackle it head on together- but, Dion didn't feel right allowing anyone else to undertake the burden of seeking out forgiveness for him. This was something he had to do himself, and he hoped Amara would understand that as he left the twos' home intentionally while she was out and about attending to other, more important Namek matters.
It didn't take all that long for Dion to navigate himself across Namek's green skies and straight into the heart of the Maima Fields- after all, even if every single bit of Namek looked almost the exact same, it also helped to bring into starker contrast the more notable landmarks that happen to break the mold of monotony in turn. Which was why it was quite easy to suss out the home that Nero presumably resided within.
Again, most of this was guesswork based off of bits and pieces of what he could recall from smaller, one-off conversations with Zhalla, Pankaa, and Amara, but seeing as he didn't really have any further resources to consult, educated guesses were all he had. And so, the bartender slowly hovered his way down in front of the homely looking building before him, gulping heavily- tugging at his snugly fit collar as though it threatened to choke whatever conviction he had left within him.
No, he wouldn't run away again.
Not now, not ever.
And so, Dion took several more cautious steps forward, finally beginning to carry out what he had meant to do ever since his re-arrival on Namek- apologize.
The last thing that now stood between him and that in-reach future?
The front door, obviously.
Loss, helplessness, death- Hell, even the idea of battle at this point made his once boiling Saiyan blood run cold.
But this? This was a whole new level of fear.
Ironically, the young man wasn't completely sure what he was feeling afraid of- after all, this was something that had been a long time coming, and one would be made to believe that he'd have prepared himself both mentally and emotionally for this very moment during his living out of a more peaceful set of circumstances with his Amara dearest.
And yet, the thought of facing one of the people he had so severely wronged in his corrupted haze of mind still shook him to his very core. Funnily enough, while Dion was sure Zhalla would be much more open to at least a dialogue between the two of them, the same couldn't be said for her better half in Nero. Always the wise-cracking, lighthearted type, most people would be led to believe Nero would have the same sort of mindset toward Dion's actions as someone like Zhalla would, but, they would be sorely mistaken.
While the young man was sure Nero would at least not be downright cruel to him, Dion wasn't sure at all where the line was drawn in the sand between the two in regard to what the Guru of Namek would have in store for him. A verbal beating? A physical one? Perhaps an utter and complete shunning?
The only way to know for sure, though, was to face the man himself, head on. And Dion already decided a long time ago that he was done running away from his problems, so, he finally began to seek the Guru out.
He was sure if he asked Amara to accompany him she likely would have, after all, she and he made themselves a promise that no matter what they would go through, they'd tackle it head on together- but, Dion didn't feel right allowing anyone else to undertake the burden of seeking out forgiveness for him. This was something he had to do himself, and he hoped Amara would understand that as he left the twos' home intentionally while she was out and about attending to other, more important Namek matters.
It didn't take all that long for Dion to navigate himself across Namek's green skies and straight into the heart of the Maima Fields- after all, even if every single bit of Namek looked almost the exact same, it also helped to bring into starker contrast the more notable landmarks that happen to break the mold of monotony in turn. Which was why it was quite easy to suss out the home that Nero presumably resided within.
Again, most of this was guesswork based off of bits and pieces of what he could recall from smaller, one-off conversations with Zhalla, Pankaa, and Amara, but seeing as he didn't really have any further resources to consult, educated guesses were all he had. And so, the bartender slowly hovered his way down in front of the homely looking building before him, gulping heavily- tugging at his snugly fit collar as though it threatened to choke whatever conviction he had left within him.
No, he wouldn't run away again.
Not now, not ever.
And so, Dion took several more cautious steps forward, finally beginning to carry out what he had meant to do ever since his re-arrival on Namek- apologize.
The last thing that now stood between him and that in-reach future?
The front door, obviously.
PL: 80,000 (Energy Setting flavored as mental/physical restriction of his true power in effect) - WC: 618 - TWC: 618