[ it's not been anyone here ignoring the part where sorrowglare went nuts and waved a sword around but that's not important right now who's been asking things of them and hurting them, right? ]
Doin' what we're bloody told don't feel good.
[ fair game, it's not gonna be too hard to wrangle the spear out of his hand necessarily. so, what now?
[all of it. everything he said, and just-- this whole experience in general, which has been fun on occasion, true, but. she's exhausted, frustrated, angry.
another pull as she wrests the spear from his hand--
and swings it at the chains holding the nightsong in place.
she's good at hurting. breaking things. but she is, still, a weapon that can turn on its wielder.]
[ saber thinks this moment of her choosing to save someone instead of opting to kill would probably be more impactful if they had any idea who any of you are ]
[this is where the beautiful nightsong track plays, as wis'adel drives the spear into the chains. the spear shatters against them, but the chains shatter as well. as soon as this is complete, the circle in the center of the platform also disappears.
you all see this battered, broken person begin to heal, begin to look stronger. you can see a theresa who is smiling, strong and kind, protected and unhurt. you see a kanna who is confident and supportive, would always catch you if you needed her but knows you won't always. you see iori, brave and determined, someone you can rely on. you see fidelio, safe, proud of you, ready to fight for you but relieved he doesn't have to. and then you see someone else, someone glowing and formless, an angel with a span of white wings, too bright for you to see. but reflected in the bright light of this person are the facets of yourself you held onto in the dark, the feelings that led you to hesitate to hurt another person even when your own life was in danger. and also reflected are the feelings of finding another person who would bother to show you a few moments of kindness, who would take the time to see you and remind you of who you are, even when both of you are suffering.
you don't know this person, but they represent something beautiful, and if you had destroyed it, maybe you would have also destroyed the last remnants of these things they represent in yourself by doing so.
you start to remember again. flashes of memories from what you've been through. flashes of your own identity, your knowledge of your history and who you are. they're coming back to you because you valued them, wanted to know who you are more than you wanted some vague promise of a power that might have been able to protect you from suffering any longer.
the being you just freed flies away into the darkness, light streaking through the dark clouded void like a comment, brightening it, and is gone.
...and in the place of that light, a sense of dread comes over you. you had better get out of here. something unbearably, unfathomably powerful is furious with you. no kindness extended can ever truly be given free from the threat of consequences.]
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holyspirits) wrote2025-02-23 02:30 pm
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Oh—oh no. Please don't fight!
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for now, though, they will turn to look back at the nightsong as the other two wrestle for the spear. ]
How would we even get you out?
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[it's as simple as that, really. by making the choice to free them, when their task is to kill them, they will be freed.
but it is the person holding the spear who needs to make that choice, as they're the only one with the ability to choose otherwise.]
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Just-- it don't feel good.
[ it's not been anyone here ignoring the part where sorrowglare went nuts and waved a sword around but that's not important right now who's been asking things of them and hurting them, right? ]
Doin' what we're bloody told don't feel good.
[ fair game, it's not gonna be too hard to wrangle the spear out of his hand necessarily. so, what now?
he would free them. that's pretty clear. ]
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[all of it. everything he said, and just-- this whole experience in general, which has been fun on occasion, true, but. she's exhausted, frustrated, angry.
another pull as she wrests the spear from his hand--
and swings it at the chains holding the nightsong in place.
she's good at hurting. breaking things. but she is, still, a weapon that can turn on its wielder.]
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Until it hits the chains instead; with that comes visible relief, instead. ]
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you all see this battered, broken person begin to heal, begin to look stronger. you can see a theresa who is smiling, strong and kind, protected and unhurt. you see a kanna who is confident and supportive, would always catch you if you needed her but knows you won't always. you see iori, brave and determined, someone you can rely on. you see fidelio, safe, proud of you, ready to fight for you but relieved he doesn't have to. and then you see someone else, someone glowing and formless, an angel with a span of white wings, too bright for you to see. but reflected in the bright light of this person are the facets of yourself you held onto in the dark, the feelings that led you to hesitate to hurt another person even when your own life was in danger. and also reflected are the feelings of finding another person who would bother to show you a few moments of kindness, who would take the time to see you and remind you of who you are, even when both of you are suffering.
you don't know this person, but they represent something beautiful, and if you had destroyed it, maybe you would have also destroyed the last remnants of these things they represent in yourself by doing so.
you start to remember again. flashes of memories from what you've been through. flashes of your own identity, your knowledge of your history and who you are. they're coming back to you because you valued them, wanted to know who you are more than you wanted some vague promise of a power that might have been able to protect you from suffering any longer.
the being you just freed flies away into the darkness, light streaking through the dark clouded void like a comment, brightening it, and is gone.
...and in the place of that light, a sense of dread comes over you. you had better get out of here. something unbearably, unfathomably powerful is furious with you. no kindness extended can ever truly be given free from the threat of consequences.]