Devero turns his back on the fight entirely. He's leaving himself exposed, sure, but he trusts in Koumyou and now in Kaiba to watch his back for him.
He puts both of his hands on the tree, fingers spreading against the bark. Bark that's not bark-- the tree that's not a tree, he knows it's not a tree. But no matter how personally frustrated he is with the illusions, it's still a system in distress. Its viral influence needs to be purged. This is why they're here, isn't it?
(He hears Koumyou's voice in his head, speculating on the train's motivations for picking up wildly outclassed Devero as one of its heroes. "Maybe it wanted someone who wouldn't choose to kill as a first reaction." Maybe this is why he's here...?)
Closing his eyes, he leans his forehead into the bark as well, and focuses how he'd been able to soothe and dissipate vines out there in the forest. He thinks about antiviral programming in a public system, and about the cells of someone's body swarming in an immune response. He thinks about how many of them are here and how hard they've all been working to contain and mitigate this invasion.
He thinks about blue light. He pictures that magical glow piercing into the sickly red of the tree, expanding and brightening to beat back the infection.
"Get out!" he roars, unaware that he's spoken at all, much less how loudly he just shouted that.
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He puts both of his hands on the tree, fingers spreading against the bark. Bark that's not bark-- the tree that's not a tree, he knows it's not a tree. But no matter how personally frustrated he is with the illusions, it's still a system in distress. Its viral influence needs to be purged. This is why they're here, isn't it?
(He hears Koumyou's voice in his head, speculating on the train's motivations for picking up wildly outclassed Devero as one of its heroes. "Maybe it wanted someone who wouldn't choose to kill as a first reaction." Maybe this is why he's here...?)
Closing his eyes, he leans his forehead into the bark as well, and focuses how he'd been able to soothe and dissipate vines out there in the forest. He thinks about antiviral programming in a public system, and about the cells of someone's body swarming in an immune response. He thinks about how many of them are here and how hard they've all been working to contain and mitigate this invasion.
He thinks about blue light. He pictures that magical glow piercing into the sickly red of the tree, expanding and brightening to beat back the infection.
"Get out!" he roars, unaware that he's spoken at all, much less how loudly he just shouted that.