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It was settled, then. Thanks to Astrid pointing out the obvious that the dead were needed as soon as fuckin' possible. Puddle was jealous it didn't say that first, but what were the chances anyone would have listened to it anyway? Bein' shut down and looked down on as if it was nothing... no...

Puddle gave a low growl and started boiling again. First, his friends were dead, but they actually weren't! Then, they were actually trapped in whatever the fuck the voidlands were because Diyem is still weak. But oh look! If we brought Diyem to this dumb tree, he'd be able to bring everyone...

"I ain't nothin' like you, so don't try and act like you get me," Puddle gritted its teeth and clenched its fists, and its boil lowered to a sizzle. "And you can keep your apology, I ain't the one that needs it." This whole thing was starting to make its head hurt. "Fuckin'..." Puddle let out...

"For someone that's livid you sure look calm as hell," Puddle huffed, boiling again. "You ain't the one being told to act like someone dyin' ain't a big deal from high an' mighty over here." Puddle's body started to boil over, but anything it wanted to say was stuck in its throat. Chances are...

Puddle shot a deathly glare back at the EdgeMander. "Diyem that really wasn't fuckin' funny." "And you don't have any fuckin' right to try and tell me what Vix would have wanted, as if you were close enough to her to know," it hissed at Bahamut. Was he really so far up his own ass that he just...

And then there was this asshole. Bahamut might have been several times Puddle's size, vastly more powerful than him, and terrifying at first glance, but that did not give that jagged-emo-loner-fickle fuck any power over the shade. "Oh sure, how about I go run down to the flower shop and get him...

"Oh, it went swimmingly!" Puddle said through gritted teeth. It was probably full of more sarcasm than a spiteful teenager. "We only lost half of the team in a giant ball of death created by that 'hero dragon' over there," it glared at Joule, bubbling, "It couldn't have gone better." Just...

"Thanks, again," Vix said, holding her bag close. It being so empty felt unnatural, but there wasn't much she could do about that. She did try to look on the bright side of things, at least Puddle was wake again! ... That seemed to only worsen her shadowing. <><><><><>

That... sounded about right. Anyone would have been if they also took a hit for her the same way Puddle did... "Right... yeah," Vix nodded, sighing. She took her bag by the strap and sank down to the floor. "I really... messed up. What a hero I turned out to be..." "Thanks, Diyem," she said...

"Baby's first--" Puddle sputtered, then crossed its arms and glared at Diyem. "One, I am not a baby, and two..." it was briefly distracted by the sensation of both having arms, and also crossing them. With a harumph, Puddle said, "Well I'm getting tired of talking to you too, dick. And thank...

A grumble and a growl came from the Ultra stone, and the ethereal goop that was Puddle's lifeless mess pooled back towards it. Instead of retaking the formless shape of magic soup, a sort of... body formed around it. A short stature, with a round head, skinny arms, stubby legs... and a tail. The...

The hope Vix barely managed to hold onto started to slip away. Taking what little energy Diyem had to wake up Puddle would be bad, wouldn't it? What if Diyem gave Puddle all he had and Puddle still didn't wake up? What would happen to Diyem if he did? What if Puddle couldn't wake up, regardless...

"B-But Puddle is still... I-I don't..." Vix bubbled, pulling herself together enough to speak coherently. She took another moment to stop herself from crying again, then said, "When I was with Cynthian, a-and I was talking about what happened... I got like this, and then... I-I think something...

Vix silently nodded and put the bag down on Diyem's bed, then fell to the ground in a mostly-melted mess. She hoped that this would work, but the chance that it wouldn't was strong enough for her to fall apart further. What would she even do if this didn't work? What could she do? Her body stung...

"So.. uh..." Vix floated over to the bedside, holding her bag closely. It pressed into her semi-wax body, and some of her melted over it. "I need... your help." She shut her eyes, taking a deep breath to try and relax herself. A ragged exhale left her form, and despite her efforts to calm down...

Vix was still shaken up, despite Cynthian's best efforts. But he did give her the slightest bit of hope, and even more importantly, he gave her an idea. Well it was more her coming up with it, but if there was even the slightest chance to wake up Puddle, Vix was convinced she had to at least...