[ "Worse" was a word that drove her. "Worse" meant that things were dire, and that she needed to force her light through the encroaching darkness, even if it took everything from her. To vanquish it, even if it killed her, over and over again. Where Allen might avoid such a word, see it as the beginnings of a lost cause, it propelled her forward.
There was a clear problem, and thus, she needed to find a solution.
Yes, she was worried about her ability to do so, still not completely used to the light she wove in this world, but she would not accept defeat, would not accept failure. She would fight it with her dying breath if she had to.
Because what does light do best? It shines, even in the infinite darkness.
But Allen, to smile like that, something that seemed both strong and yet... so small at the same time. Fragile, like it might shatter at any moment. His words only further punctuated that, saying so much more than he ever could. A battle in Merilorn, the place that Masamune told her might have been rotting from the inside out, where he, one of the bravest (brazen) men she knew dared not tread.
A sense of dread, of unease, of something there that should not be, bearing down on him. Messed up, he said. And what he didn't...
That he was afraid. Masamune Date, a man who she could scarcely believe was afraid of anything... had been afraid.
And at that she looked struck, guilt washing over her like a torrent. Why?! Why didn't she say something?! The illness in Petrosian, the sickening taint that fell over the forest, she doubted that they were related, and yet—
Dark magic gripped, perverted that once beautiful forest, and they were made to fight it. A lot bigger than just an illness, he said.
...His expression.
What happened within those woods? ...Something that made Allen too so visibly frayed. Uncertain. Afraid? Or..? ]
...I'm sorry.
[ It was small, not quite weak but quite heavy. Because to wear an expression like that...
(It was not unlike that night. After she...)
What were you made to see out there? Something she couldn't protect him from, and, judging from his face, something that had left a lasting mark. And to that, she hesitated for a moment, doing the only thing that she could think to in that moment.
She embraced him in silence, tightly, as if to ground him. If she could. Both arms thrown around him, she held firm, not saying a word after that, her signature still wavering from illness but strong.
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There was a clear problem, and thus, she needed to find a solution.
Yes, she was worried about her ability to do so, still not completely used to the light she wove in this world, but she would not accept defeat, would not accept failure. She would fight it with her dying breath if she had to.
Because what does light do best? It shines, even in the infinite darkness.
But Allen, to smile like that, something that seemed both strong and yet... so small at the same time. Fragile, like it might shatter at any moment. His words only further punctuated that, saying so much more than he ever could. A battle in Merilorn, the place that Masamune told her might have been rotting from the inside out, where he, one of the bravest (brazen) men she knew dared not tread.
A sense of dread, of unease, of something there that should not be, bearing down on him. Messed up, he said. And what he didn't...
That he was afraid. Masamune Date, a man who she could scarcely believe was afraid of anything... had been afraid.
And at that she looked struck, guilt washing over her like a torrent. Why?! Why didn't she say something?! The illness in Petrosian, the sickening taint that fell over the forest, she doubted that they were related, and yet—
Dark magic gripped, perverted that once beautiful forest, and they were made to fight it. A lot bigger than just an illness, he said.
...His expression.
What happened within those woods? ...Something that made Allen too so visibly frayed. Uncertain. Afraid? Or..? ]
...I'm sorry.
[ It was small, not quite weak but quite heavy. Because to wear an expression like that...
(It was not unlike that night. After she...)
What were you made to see out there? Something she couldn't protect him from, and, judging from his face, something that had left a lasting mark. And to that, she hesitated for a moment, doing the only thing that she could think to in that moment.
She embraced him in silence, tightly, as if to ground him. If she could. Both arms thrown around him, she held firm, not saying a word after that, her signature still wavering from illness but strong.
I will make this right. I promise. ]