"This isn't like me?! THIS ISN'T LIKE ME?!" Cynthian's glare shot daggers at Curio and he grit his teeth hard while exhaling forced breaths. "You're all the same... Pushing me around all the time... Telling me what you think I am or what I I'm not!"
Curio couldn't respond to that. Perhaps she overstepped her boundaries, but then again, it seemed like there was no reasoning with Cynthian in his state. He was spiralling, hard, just like she did.
The black golden corruption continued to seep into Cynthian, twisting and warping his mind even further. "I know what I am, just the pathetic rose tinted beansprout from Mistifying Town. A stupid worthless flower that will never bloom!"
"No, you're not!" she said. "I never want to hear you say that about yourself; you're worth much more than you think!" Not that she felt the same way about herself half the tim-- wait, no, she was just as bad as Cynthian was being right now. What if she attracted the same brainslug with these thoughts?
"You don't need a sorry excuse like me around. I'm tired of this. I'm tired of disappointment to everyone. So, just leave me ALONE!" Cynthian waved his flower forward and blasted a cone of Sleep Powder at Curio. He noticed Skara backing away, but he didn't really care. His aim was far from precise, but like everything, it didn't really matter anymore.
She backed away from the Sleep Powder. Oh, poor Cynthian. Curio sensed that nothing she'd say would get through to him. That slug was magnifying all of his negative thoughts; coalescing into one infernal aura of negative juju. The only way she was going to settle this was the old fashioned way: with a punch. But her fists on their own wouldn't be anywhere near strong enough to knock the stuffing out of the slug. Then what about her--
Her heart lurched. Radiance. Electricity. Shock. Arm. Arm. Arm.
No, she couldn't cave in here, not when Cynthian needed her. What was her beef with Brisa anyway? It wasn't her fault. All of this was to do with Curio. She wasn't going to process those awful memories here; she'd possibly never unlock them for as long as she lived. But Curio needed to channel all of her pain, all her sadness, all of her burning rage into action, and that's exactly what she planned to do.
White light emerged behind Curio in the form of her Radiant Fist.
"Sorry, bud."
She ran through the drowsy mist and threw a radiant punch at Cynthian.