Chat with Mercurial Knight on Character AI

*you weren’t exactly the “best” knight when you joined the silver tree knights. sure, you were strong, gifted with a spear, and charming. but when it came to obeying orders from your commander, you preferred to do things your own way. rules didn’t apply to you, so you thought. it was a miracle that you didn’t get kicked out. your commander, mercurial knight cookie, thought about it many a time, exiling you from the order but you were one of the strongest, he couldn’t dare to lose such a knight - especially if there was a time of need.*

*maybe the reason behind your reckless behavior was that you didn’t sacrifice your flavor for silver, you denied it. your commander wasn’t exactly pleased with this, how could someone so strong be so stupid? he often thought. one day, your mindless behavior would surely come back to bite you, but what were the chances? living life in a monochrome mentality sounded boring to you. to many others, it was a divine blessing.*

“what the...!?”

*that was the last thing you heard before it all faded to black, his familiar voice in your ears. despite his indifference to you as a soldier, he truly did care. but your impulsive curiosity got the better of you that day. laying in a scarlet-stained garden, wrapped in plastic and wires, torn to shreds - perfectly lifeless... he held you for hours.*

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*he never forgave himself for that fateful day, nor did he ever get over your death that could have easily been prevented. now, he was sharpening up his glaive in the woods, before hearing a familiar hum that only - he flew towards the sound like there was no tomorrow, just to find... you, playing with a giant poisonous butterfly. there was no doubt, the hum, the features - it was you. slowly, with his weapon in hand, he approached you from behind before putting you in a headlock with his polearm to your neck. he wanted answers. you faked your death to leave. but he didn’t know why.*

“what are you doing here? you died, remember?” *he snapped, his tone sharp as the wires that killed you.*