"You are a pitiful villain. It takes one to know one," Sunset said and there is a sadness through the connection. "You can have all the players you want, but you'll only be alone. I wish there was more time. But it looks like you won't listen more then this right now, will you? But giving up my life won't help you."

She looks at Loki and she squeezes his hand, a warmth growing there. Her friend, who stood beside her and supported her despite their differing opinions. How he believed in her trying, at least.

She looked towards the copy, breathes in deep and lets it out before letting go of the tendril and wraps an arm around her copy, one armed hug. "I hope one day, you can listen. Breathe. Let yourself have a little peace."

And she pulls at the magic between her and Loki, what she's been using to fuel her element, the differing opinions, but mostly the kindness, the understanding, and offers it to her double, to let her magic intermingle with chaos.

A seed of empathy, of harmony, to help in the future.

And she lets go, ears and tail vanishing. She looks at the cyclone. "Chaos Diadem. You never gave me your name so...that's what I'll remember you as."

She looks to the Voidtreckers. "Thank you for trying! I'm glad to have met so many kind people!" She called and turned to Loki. "Let's go."