[X] Go talk to Oscar
-[X] About "Cara"
You stretch and put your arms behind your hand. "Well, I'll leave you to, uh… do your thing. I got some more stuff to take care of before we head off again."
Laurentius responds with a nod and after exchanging goodbyes, you head down the stairs towards the bonfire. Oscar is still sitting there in all his moody gloom. Well, you assume he's moody. It's hard to tell when he's covered in armour.
With an exaggerated grunt, you plop down beside Oscar, stretching out and letting the warmth wash over you.
"All finished here, then?" Oscar asks, watching the fire flicker.
"Just about…" You reply.
You both sit there silently for a while. You tap your foot idly, trying to figure out how to bring up this whole 'Cara' thing. Eventually, you decide to go with…
"So, who's Cara?"
Oscar sits up stiff and you immediately curse your own social incompetence. You're not the best at the whole conversation thing, but even you realise going straight to the point on a topic that clearly puts him in a sulky mood isn't the best way to go about it. Damn it, why are you so-
With a long, heavy sigh, he slowly reaches up and removes his helmet. His jaw is tense as he stares down at his helmet faceplate, running his finger against the gaps and grooves.
"I had hoped you'd forgotten about that." He mutters quietly, his brow furrowed.
You pull her knees up and lean forward. "Well, it was kinda hard to with all your moping about."
Oscar smiles wryly at the joke before letting out another long sigh. He goes quiet, just staring down at his helmet for a while. For a moment, you fear you've put him off and you're not going to get an answer after all, but he speaks just as you open your mouth to suggest moving on.
"Cara was my little sister."
You stare at him blankly, not expecting to have gotten this far. "Uh, what… what happened to her?" You ask, not really sure how to handle what's clearly a sensitive topic.
His face tenses at the question and he takes another moment to respond. "She… she died. Some time ago. A victim of a purge of the Undead."
"Huh? I thought you said Aster… Astra… your home was pretty chill about the Undead?" You ask, tilting your head quizzically.
"Astora treats the Undead better than most places, but there are still tensions." He balls his fists tightly and lets out yet another sigh. "I suppose someone thought Cara was soon to go Hollow. The lord of my town sent some men to 'deal with her' while I was away. When I returned home, I found her in such a state that it was a miracle that she survived, even being Undead."
You make a face. So, some pompous ass sent thugs to kill a weak kid while Oscar was out so he couldn't do anything. You think about what you'd do if someone went after Oriko while you were away.
"I would've gutted the guy like a fish if it was me." You growl.
"I should have just been glad she was still alive and quietly left the town…" Oscar replies, so quietly that you can barely hear him. "I… wasn't thinking straight."
You lean forward, your interest piqued. "Oh? What did you do?" You ask, doing your best (and failing) to suppress a curious smile.
He pinches the bridge of his nose as if to hide some embarrassment. "I demanded to see my lord. He wouldn't let me in, so…" He sighs again. "I cut down anyone who got in my way and strangled the man with my own hands."
As he says this, he puts his helmet down and holds his hands out in front of him. He stares and them for a while, his face a mix of pain and shame.
"Afterwards, I took Cara and fled. She was badly maimed by the assault, however, and became Hollow soon after…" He grinds his teeth and covers his eyes with his hand. "She didn't want to hurt anyone, so she begged me. She begged for me to…!"
Even you realise you're forcing him to open old wounds, so you clear your throat and lean back. "And, uh… what about after that?" You ask, trying to move away from it. "What did you do after that?"
Oscar lowers his hand and stares into the fire. "I decided to become Undead myself and travel to the Undead Asylum. I decided I'd try my luck on my family's old adage and free the Undead there, if only as a tiny act of spite."
And that's where he met you. He lost a sister and gain a… er, friend? Companion? Whatever you are, it's kind of like something out of a manga. A tragic backstory fit for any antihero.
Oscar lets out another long, tired sigh and reaches into a pouch on his belt. From it, he retrieves a small metal container. He holds it up gently and stares at it as if reminiscing. "I would've done anything for Cara, Kirika. Anything. It was the two of us against the world, and I failed her."
Once again your mind goes to Oriko. Even in the end, when her whole world was turned upside down and she turned to desperate tactics, even when you sacrificed yourself to finally achieve her goal… you couldn't protect her. You weren't strong enough and she died. You don't know what happened next, but if that encounter with the pink-haired girl wasn't a dream, it might have been for nothing…
Maybe you shouldn't give Oscar as much crap in the future…
[] Keep talking to Oscar
-[] Write in
[] Wander around the shrine
[] Move off
-[] Back to the Depths
-[] Head into the Burg
--[] Go see someone…
-[] Write in