[The armor seems to sag on its stand.]

The blue eye is but a manifestation of one's courage; of their raw will and yielding of flesh.

In a way... Sans the Skeleton is not an inaccurate descriptor. One who stands as the final protector, willing to accept the endless sacrifice.

—壊れゆく甲冑

[The armor seems to tilt, as if leaning back; though, when looking closer, perhaps it was just a trick of the eye.]

The armor is but a medium; it is not the armor that protects one; it is the wearer's own will. They who do not fear death shall never meet death in battle.

—壊れゆく甲冑

[A moment of gloomy silence echoes across the test chamber.]

Terezi Pyrope.

—壊れゆく甲冑

[The armor doesn't move in response, like it's trying to not answer... but to no avail.]

O loss; for thou hast graced mine presence.
O, how thou doth permeate my being;
Loss, O loss, this loss of thine shan't ever leave.

—壊れゆく甲冑

[The armor seems to stare right past you...]

The rust that accumulates within this soul mustn't be fueled further. To think that the rot of age would disappear... were this soul worn once more.

—壊れゆく甲冑

[A hollow sound can be heard echoing through the armor. It's like it yearns to be worn again...]

All days of independence. Holidays forged in the fires of bloodshed; memories of the sacrifices made for a newly-forged ideal.

—壊れゆく甲冑

[The armor, as if deep in introspection, responds after a moment.]

A tragedy. A lost soul set on a predestined path; left to suffer as his humanity is torn asunder from the inevitability of what's to come.

—壊れゆく甲冑

[The armor seems to look back at you; though, being a set of armor, doesn't do anything but lay motionless.]

[The armor stirs, like it woke up from a long slumber...]

The humanity of one lies in their very soul; though they in power derive humanity from origin, one can both become human and lose humanity at a whim; justice, courage, fear, love... are symptoms of humanity.

—壊れゆく甲冑

[The armor seems to sink into its position, its detached gauntlet loosening up. Or.. perhaps it doesn't.]

One must apologize when a message is lost to the annals of time. When the heart gives festivities and gifts, it must reciprocate.
May those past days be merry.

... There's a gift...

—壊れゆく甲冑

[The armor has to be staring straight at you... but it can't even see.]

A soul, trapped in their home... thrust into a world they do not understand.
A heart given power, yet at the cost of becoming a pawn for a greater goal.
Ah, to be freed from the curse is to be freed from all things.

—壊れゆく甲冑

[Did the armor move..? No, it was a trick of the eyes. It hasn't moved at all.]

A soul that abandons survivability for the pursuit of greater victory holds no greater honor in its heart.
The most powerful of warriors understand that, to claim another's bones, you must yield your own flesh.

—壊れゆく甲冑

[After a moment of stillness, the air seems to creep with a sense of dread...]

Courage wielded with a steady hand is withheld; though some see it as tempering, steadiness is a crutch.
When a life is willing to sacrifice itself for the fight, the recklessness turns to undefeatability.

—壊れゆく甲冑

[The armor appears to hold still, as if poised and holding its breath. Being a set of armor, it doesn't actually do anything.]

Though one may not come with a weapon, their soul always holds a weapon within. Though, that weapon is no more violent than the soul itself.

—壊れゆく甲冑

[You could swear the armor's looking straight into your soul... but it has no eyes.]

A life spent in battle is worth the lives it claims. If one claims life for their cause, then they should do so.
If it were senseless killing, then they are lesser than the wasted blood they spill.

—壊れゆく甲冑

[It's said that everyone who wears the armor is bound to die.]

A soul endures; for its sacrifice is well worth the result.
Sometimes, it seeks to share its advice, akin to a sage.
All who come with questions, in the end, are awarded answers.

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—壊れゆく甲冑

[Did the armor just stir, or was that a trick of the eye? ... On closer inspection, it hasn't moved an inch.]

Sometimes... a heart yearns to move and be free once more. Yet, it finds itself locked away and forgotten.
Sometimes... a warrior yearns to battle once more.

Sometimes... I yearn.

—壊れゆく甲冑