The Magus' castle disappears after you defeat him and Lavos open that huge gate.
Also, if it were just Magus's mental state, would it also transfer to Schala?
If Magus is a schizo or something, are you suggesting that also Schala would share the same mental problem because they're brothers?
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Not necessarily, if whatever this impled condition is it is most likely genetic. So if it is a recessive trait Schala wouldn't have it garunteed if Janus had it.
Firstly, regarding the Janus and Schala being 'brothers' thing, I honestly think that it was just a typo on the guy's part, and he meant 'siblings'...but that's beside the point.
To my mind, I'd see Schala, at least post-Chrono Cross, as suffering from the same metal problems, as it were, that Magus is. Furthermore, it is doubful that his are 'problems', per say, as it is rather a darkness brought about by ceaseless thoughts of vengeance, and dark learning. He feels the shadows of the Demon in Zeal, and later, being obsessed with his quest, gives no thought to others. But he is not schitzophrenic or mentally unstable, however bitter and dark he may be: he knows truth from illusion, knows how to act in courtly manners when it suits his ends (see Radical Dreamers), and is not unlearned... only quick to anger and overprideful. I'd think him not even so nasty as such rulers like Assyrian Ashurbanipal, and certainly not nearly so evil as Vlad the Impaler. Even Alexader the Great himself had greater ambitions and desire for conquest. I would think him less dark than he makes out, and that bitterness of his being only a superficial charcter trait. Schala, on the other hand, has it far worse, is nastier, darker, and more powerful, than even her much maligned brother. Not in Zeal, to be sure, and neither her incarnation as Kid, but after all of that. I have difficulty believing that even the CC could heal her fully, and that she comes out of that torment without any scars to show for it.
So, essentially, I would wager that both of the children of the Queen of Zeal share the same mind, and both from the same root, that is, Lavos in his various guises (for Janus the folly-ridden path of vengeance he gives his life to, for Schala her eternal torment in the Tesseract.) The only difference between the two would be that Schala, being somewhat more wise than her younger brother, would have more restraint, and be able to hide it. Does any of this make sense? I explored that in better words in my story, this idea of Janus and Schala having a similar bloodlust and the like. It would probably be best to use those words; they exemplify what I mean better, and are more clear:
"And to this title you must promptly add 'Janus the hot headed fool who thinks to much of himself,'" Schala replied. "Had Zeal endured, I should have been queen in my turn; if you lament the loss of such captainship, look only at what fate has wrested from me: the rule of the greatest kingdom the world has ever seen. Such things were not our destiny. And perhaps it was well, for if history is to be judge of your leadership, you would be found lacking."
With a blaze of anger in his eyes he said:
"That was merely a means to my end. I have told you this many a time. History has vindicated me of fault, for my sole desire was not the ruin of Guardia, nor mastery and lordship of the lands, but to rise in power."
"For vengeance," she said wearily, plainly having heard the very words from him many times before.
"Yes, vengeance. For me, for the world, and for our fallen land. How else could I build my power to such strength with which I could challenge the Demon? I did as the Mystics had me do, and led them along their path so long as it suited my own designs. And did I not make good on my intent, sister? Did I not summon Lavos himself to my fortress to do battle with him?"
"Yes, as a fool, my brother, for surely you failed. By rights you should be dead now. For we all know that after that day the Mystic armies faltered, and their beloved Magus never returned."
He glowered at her, saying:
"That fate is gone forever; I am not dead now, and so I did not die then. And even if that was once my destiny, fate had me die a noble death, for it was in saving the world that I perished."
"Do not colour your mis-truths so lightly, Janus," she said, and her voice was one of gentle, sisterly, reproach. "You cared nothing for the world, and your only desire was to pay due to your enemy the injustice it had dealt out upon you. There was no holy honour in your self-serving vengeance."
"There are times when one must worry only about oneself, and dismiss the fate of others, if only to survive. Think you it an easy thing to cast pity from one's heart, and to force oneself to dissemble all kind emotion and caring? To not weep tears at the death of friends, to make one's lips laugh at cruelty and the drawing of blood, to perforce live a life of bloodlust and deal harshly, and even evilly, with those near? I walked those paths for so long, I can even now scarce see any other way to live. But I am not by nature evil: those things pained me deeper than words can tell, and I still bear remorse for every one of my misdeeds; I only justify myself through purpose and end. But am I not changed, now? Sister, why must you always deride me so? Can I do nothing with pure intent in your sight? Am I still the Sorcerer to your eyes?"
"I remind you of your place, Janus, and restrain your pride. But for me you would cease all caution. You are mighty, in some ways more so than I myself am, but lack the wariness that proceeds from wisdom. Take care, and learn this."
For a moment it seemed to Serge that Janus would protest bitterly. But he did not. Nor did he glare in vehemence as he often did. Instead he lowered his eyes, as if in shame over the rebuke.
"Perhaps you speak truly. My heart cannot abandon its old pride, no matter how bitterly I struggle against it. Lavos, and my folly ridden vengeance, have left their marks deep, I am afraid."That was regarding Janus. Also, regarding Schala, and the way I think she would be post-Chrono Cross...
“You think ill of him for it? Serge, do not fault him too much: he has suffered the span of his life. Remember what he has said: Lavos has left a deep scar. He knows his own follies well enough, I dare-say, but cannot act contrary to what is his nature. I am certain he repents most bitterly every day of his vehemence and anger, but is cursed with being ever in thrall to it. And this, too: if you would judge him, you must do the very same against me, for he and I are not so far removed of mind.”
“No, you’re quite different,” Serge said quite adamantly. “He’s very bitter with nearly everyone, even his friends; I’m glad that I can usually avoid him. But you seem calm, and...”
“You have said it! I seem one way. But, Serge, twixt, how I appear and how I truly am there is a great disparity, as it is with many things. Be wary in this world, and discern closely. For my mood is nearly the same as his,” she said with a deep sigh. “I but dissemble it through a greater will, and allow what wisdom is mine to overrule foolish and misleading passion.”
“I still don’t believe it,” Serge replied. But he saw or, rather, took a nearer note of his memory, thinking for the first the grim tone in which Schala spoke of some things.
“Have you never looked into my eyes?” she said to his disbelief. “Have you never seen that evil flame that burns within me?”
He nodded, and to his mind come the memory of her fell battle-mood. He had wondered about it at the time, but the continuing war had driven it from his mind. Only now did he think on it again.
“I am still a slave to that evil,” she said softly. “And ever I am on the brink of falling to its corruption, and so I must always guard myself. That is why I do not welcome this new war. I do not wish to give that darkness a free hand to overcome me. And my heart forewarns me that if battle should fall upon us, which seems now a certainty, it will be difficult to restrain all my dark strength. This is even as it is for Janus, who is still a slave to his own dark will at times.”
“Kid,” he said, stressing her younger name, perhaps without thought saying it in the uncertainty of this dark talk, “how can you compare yourself to him? I’ve never heard you say anything wrong of anybody.”
“Not with voice, no. But if you mark my eyes, the disdain is there nonetheless. To most my words are but lies or, rather, I say what I deem I should say, rather than what I feel and wish. I abhor the weakness that is shown by this rabble of peasants, though my reason tells me it is a groundless and dark pride, and only a grain of memory of my princess-hood grown to over-bearing pride through the corrupting touch of Lavos. But sins of the mind are no less grievous than those of speech.”
“But your brother’s way more critical and proud than you ever are, I’m sure,” Serge insisted, but Schala only said:
“Ha! Is he, now? Again, Serge, you would be much mistaken if you think that that which is put forth in words is the only truth. To you I hold no ill feelings, but I am not as joyful as I may appear. Schala is every bit as bitter as Janus is,” she paused a moment, then said: “No, the darkness is deeper. My brother had his mind tainted by ill teaching of sorcery and ceaseless thoughts of dark vengeance. But I, Schala of Zeal, am far darker than he, for I was joined with the blackest evil to ever afflict this world. If Lavos has left a mark upon Janus, how much more has he left a scar upon me. But for Kid, I would not be so much different than he is. Her righteousness, and Schala’s wisdom, are perhaps the only things that hold the evil in guard.”
She turned from Serge.
“Pray for my sake, and all those whom I might call enemy, that they never fail.”To my view, Lavos messes up and corrupts a lot of things, these two mighty ones being among them.
