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Brisa hurled golden tethers at every trapped soul she could. A meganium she recognised as Thyme, but who she knew must have a weapon for a name, stirred at the touch of her whiplash. Others, too, followed. The souls of Telum were coming free.
Above her, dwindling every second, was a hydreigon. Higher than the rest. Could that be—?
Voice of Life.
It had to be.
You're the Voice of Telum, ain't ya? We're here t'save yer world. The souls that comprise you. We came to rescue a Voice named Blade... Is that you? Or do you y'have some other name? Are you Blade? Arsenal? Some other soul? It don't matter none so long as you wake up. Wake up, Voice of Life.
And then the tether faded, stretched too taut. Did it even work...? Dry wind whistled past her ears as she fell, further, further, from the heights of the radiant void. It was all she could do to orient herself, look down, focus on the battlefield...
And watch, helplessly, as a red-pink thing took hold of Starr, entered her, became her. She grew, gave a wrathful bellow, had chitinous tendrils burst from her flesh just like Darkwhite, just like in the sands.
You could lose her. You could lose her right now.
Brisa set her teeth so hard her jaw sparked off. Like hell was she gonna let this pass.
Starr was loud enough to hear even over the powerful winds as Brisa plummeted towards her. The voice was low, distorted, corrupted, dripping with a hateful contempt Brisa recognised.
The pain Starr carried...
...had Brisa really done so little to spare her from it?
It's nearly time. Are you ready?
She didn't know. She couldn't. But she'd fight as if she were.
Beneath Brisa, Astrid – Astrid! – was at work, using that madding new attack of hers. They'd all trained together to use it. All three of them. It had been so good, and they'd beaten a deity together... They'd become friends, truly. Like they ought to be. Hadn't it been good?
Did Astrid really feel that way? She'd struggled with Radiance more than anyone, she'd fled from dealing with how things turned out, but she was still good, she was still extraordinary, she was still Astrid.
But this, too felt familiar...
Brisa's mind was at once here, hurtling towards two people she loved, striking each other down, and there, in the pit, in pain, wishing she hadn't hurt people, believing herself a bad friend, a bad person, a violent animal. Begging to be put down. They were all losing their minds together, Blacklight corruption and battle-fever and the weight of worlds on their shoulders, all driving out every pained thought, every drop of yearning, wishing for things to be right.
Well they can be better than this, if you set yerself to it. Ain't that somethin' Astrid believed about you...?
Yeah. They both believed in her.
Brisa drew back a fist, holding a thunderstorm inside her paw, and screamed hope, and fury, and love.
Her own ears rang with the thunderclap of the attack, and for a moment, she thought maybe Starr had staggered from it. Maybe.
This is yer chance.
She could call Starr to her senses. If anyone could do it... Surely it was her?
Could be wishful thinkin'. She knows you better'n y'know yerself, in some ways. Remember how the parasite bent Owen's mind away from his connection to you? It'll do the same to Starr. She'll have an answer fer anythin' y'put t'her. She'll hurt you.
Maybe she would. She certainly could.
She's going to hurt you.
So what?
Brisa had hurt her. In the dojo, because she'd hated her. In the field of shadows, because she'd wanted to be put down. If Starr could forgive her for that, Brisa would forgive her for whatever happened next.
Brisa stepped forward and thrust a paw out, yet more shining tethers whipping out and latching onto Starr's body. Radiance pulsed, piercing, somehow, Starr's every defence.
Maybe she'll let you in after all.
Brisa opened her heart.
Starr, please, fight it off! Let us get that thing outta ya! Let us help you! I wanna help you, I wanna protect you!
The emotion welling up inside was so strong it was gonna ruin her. Gods, wind, thunder, she loved her, she loved her, she loved her. And she just wanted to end that pain, that awful, sickening pain in Starr's voice. Somehow. Please.
I don't want you to be in pain any more!
Above her, dwindling every second, was a hydreigon. Higher than the rest. Could that be—?
Voice of Life.
It had to be.
You're the Voice of Telum, ain't ya? We're here t'save yer world. The souls that comprise you. We came to rescue a Voice named Blade... Is that you? Or do you y'have some other name? Are you Blade? Arsenal? Some other soul? It don't matter none so long as you wake up. Wake up, Voice of Life.
And then the tether faded, stretched too taut. Did it even work...? Dry wind whistled past her ears as she fell, further, further, from the heights of the radiant void. It was all she could do to orient herself, look down, focus on the battlefield...
And watch, helplessly, as a red-pink thing took hold of Starr, entered her, became her. She grew, gave a wrathful bellow, had chitinous tendrils burst from her flesh just like Darkwhite, just like in the sands.
You could lose her. You could lose her right now.
Brisa set her teeth so hard her jaw sparked off. Like hell was she gonna let this pass.
"It hurts. I'm sick of it. Sick of being in pain. Sick of acting like I've changed. You're all supposed to be here, helping people, protecting people. All I fucking know how to do is hurt people."
Starr was loud enough to hear even over the powerful winds as Brisa plummeted towards her. The voice was low, distorted, corrupted, dripping with a hateful contempt Brisa recognised.
"I did that. Deliberately. Still think I'm better than you?"
The pain Starr carried...
...had Brisa really done so little to spare her from it?
It's nearly time. Are you ready?
She didn't know. She couldn't. But she'd fight as if she were.
Beneath Brisa, Astrid – Astrid! – was at work, using that madding new attack of hers. They'd all trained together to use it. All three of them. It had been so good, and they'd beaten a deity together... They'd become friends, truly. Like they ought to be. Hadn't it been good?
I’m sorry I haven't been a good friend!!
Did Astrid really feel that way? She'd struggled with Radiance more than anyone, she'd fled from dealing with how things turned out, but she was still good, she was still extraordinary, she was still Astrid.
But this, too felt familiar...
Brisa's mind was at once here, hurtling towards two people she loved, striking each other down, and there, in the pit, in pain, wishing she hadn't hurt people, believing herself a bad friend, a bad person, a violent animal. Begging to be put down. They were all losing their minds together, Blacklight corruption and battle-fever and the weight of worlds on their shoulders, all driving out every pained thought, every drop of yearning, wishing for things to be right.
Well they can be better than this, if you set yerself to it. Ain't that somethin' Astrid believed about you...?
Yeah. They both believed in her.
Brisa drew back a fist, holding a thunderstorm inside her paw, and screamed hope, and fury, and love.
Something resonated between Brisa, Astrid and Starr… Brisa used Bolt Strike! It hit Starr for CRITICAL, Ultra Effective damage!
Her own ears rang with the thunderclap of the attack, and for a moment, she thought maybe Starr had staggered from it. Maybe.
This is yer chance.
She could call Starr to her senses. If anyone could do it... Surely it was her?
Could be wishful thinkin'. She knows you better'n y'know yerself, in some ways. Remember how the parasite bent Owen's mind away from his connection to you? It'll do the same to Starr. She'll have an answer fer anythin' y'put t'her. She'll hurt you.
Maybe she would. She certainly could.
She's going to hurt you.
So what?
Brisa had hurt her. In the dojo, because she'd hated her. In the field of shadows, because she'd wanted to be put down. If Starr could forgive her for that, Brisa would forgive her for whatever happened next.
Brisa stepped forward and thrust a paw out, yet more shining tethers whipping out and latching onto Starr's body. Radiance pulsed, piercing, somehow, Starr's every defence.
Maybe she'll let you in after all.
Brisa opened her heart.
Starr, please, fight it off! Let us get that thing outta ya! Let us help you! I wanna help you, I wanna protect you!
The emotion welling up inside was so strong it was gonna ruin her. Gods, wind, thunder, she loved her, she loved her, she loved her. And she just wanted to end that pain, that awful, sickening pain in Starr's voice. Somehow. Please.
I don't want you to be in pain any more!
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