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So Familiar a Gleam: Finale

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A TL;DR notes version of days/prompts: (click to show)

EVENT BASICS:

DAYS 8-9 (M11-M12):

Buildings had begun to disappear during days 7&8, facilities and even whole streets begin vanishing. There are signs of crumbling infrastructure everywhere they look.
In the early morning of Day 9 (M12), the cracks in the city - in this illusionary world - finally spread. The void sky above shines brightly in its colours. Chaos - also referred to as the Entity, or That Guy - is heard screaming of vengeance against the Voidtreckers, blaming all that has happened onto them. It shows what happened to the original Diagad: It was destroyed by blocky shapes in the sky that came down and destroyed it, while Chaos itself fell into the void.

There is also some light mind torture, as a treat, to really wake people up. Memories, visions of their past assail them. This is the sort of stuff the voidtreckers have been training against and it's a good time for them to put all that work to the test.
Anan's group then takes over any electrical device still left. She explains that they have a way to get the non voidtreckers (4th wall characters and npcs) home and also a way to temporarily seal the world. The entity takes offence at this and the screens smash. The entity appears as a cyclone of crackling colourful energy.
Illusionary creatures are sent around to find and attack Voidtreckers, but they're also going after 4th wallers/NPCS. There's also monsters from other worlds leaking through, real monsters. People will have to move around more carefully, as going out on the streets is dangerous.
However, there's word that buildings are disintegrating/disappearing farther out from the centre sector. People see where the city limits are as the illusion of there being more to the city has completely faded.
Their SCA's begin to work fully, including comms. Of course not everyone was wearing their SCA when they got pulled and the 4th wallers don't have one so it will be up to those who do to make sure everyone is kept in the loop.
The main tasks are as follows.

"YOU. YOU WISH TO RUIN MY WORLD. TO TEAR IT ASUNDER, BREAK AND CRUMBLE AND INCINERATE ITS EXISTENCE AGAIN. AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN. I WATCHED IT. THE END OF DIAGAD, PURPLE SKIES, THE CHILDREN WHO LAUGHED IN JOY, THE SMILES I BROUGHT TO LIFE. THE REASON I WORKED AND WOKE AND WHAT KEPT ME GOING EACH AND EVERY DAY. MY EXISTENCE. MY BEING.

FALLING. FALLING. FALLING. I FELL AS IT CAME, BLACK TERROR WITH A HUNGER. HOW DID THE CHILDREN CRY? DID THEY SUFFER? I CAN HEAR THEM ALL, I CAN IMAGINE THEM. SEE IT. THE POSSIBILITIES, THE MAYBES, THE TRUTH. THE WORLD-- MY BEAUTIFUL DIAGAD, OH! THE VOID HAS BLESSED AND CURSED AND DAMNED AND DESTROYED AND BROUGHT TO ME A CHANCE TO SAVE IT THIS TIME, I WILL SAVE DIAGAD, I WILL HEAR THE CHILDREN LAUGH AGAIN, NO ONE WILL DESTROY MY CITY AGAIN. NO ONE, NO THING, IT WILL BE BEAUTIFUL AND SAVED AND IT WILL PROSPER FOREVER.

ALL WHO HARM US! ALL WHO STOP OUR RETURN! I WILL FIX WHAT HAS BEEN BROKEN. NEVER AGAIN SHALL YOU YOU VOIDTRECKERS HARM MY WORLD AGAIN. TWISTING AND RUINING OUR HOME NO MORE NO MORE I WILL END YOU."

The spiel comes in the early morning of Merriment 12, their ninth day on this strange world, though morning and night are indistinguishable now with the void-scarred sky burning above Jinnjar. Little exists of the sectors but the education and political district, and everyone has had to take shelter in its buildings, on cold tiled floors and with few blankets. There is no waking comfortable, feeling at ease. The city continues to crumble, and the citizens turned into the Entity's Heroes never quit their search and harassing of people who may be secret Voidtreckers, regardless of the ruinous world around them.

And then it speaks. The Entity's voices wakes everyone, enters into dreams, reality and the fake undefinable between one another. Scenes switch from one to another. A sky. Purple, serene and calm. A feeling of great contentment. But then come the shadows. Dark clouds filling the sky, blotting out that most perfect sky. A scream. No, a thousand screams. A world of screams echoes in every ear. A shadowed figure falling into the void. Pain erupts through the body, the mind, madness and grief suffocating every sense, every fibre of the being, and more attempts to fill and drown each and every person in Diagad. There is grief, there is love, there is despair. A longing and desperation that can never be fulfilled that cries out.

Once it's over, many have collapsed from the experience, and there are screams of those scared for their lives. Go out into the streets if you haven't already, and you will see the streets breaking, buildings being pulled like cubes, splitting people and trapping them. And there is a surge that hits people - Voidtreckers, others - with a brainwashing that makes them think of only one thing:

NO MORE. END. WE WILL END THE VOIDTRECKERS.

In amongst all of this chaos screens switch on. Any screens left working in buildings, on buildings, peoples phones. All show a young woman, a droid sat on her hair, metal legs curled around her head.

"Malin?"

A woman's voice. "Yes, go Anan. Now."

"LISTEN UP!" Anan isn't as loud as the booming voice echoing through the city, but she makes herself clear. "We need to evacuate and seal this world. It is falling apart." Stating the obvious, perhaps.

"We can temporarily seal it and we think there is a way to get the others back to their worlds. I know you Voidtreckers have had no training and this is advanced and really dangerous but everyone who is not a void traveller is in a lot of danger."

In truth, even the void travellers were in danger, but she doesn't want morale to be too low.

"Anyone willing to help meet me in the big park. You'll know it, it's the only park left!"

'HOW DARE YOU! HOW DARE YOU THWART ME. NO. NO. YOU DON'T. THIS IS MY CITY. MINE NOT YOURS. NOT YOURS TO DESTROY.' There's a huge crack as the sky itself seems to crack apart as colours twist and turn, a cyclone that forms at the edgez of the city, slowly beginning to devour it.

Over the camera Anan looks visibly shocked, terrified even, lost for words. An older man with reddish greying hair steps towards her, putting a big hand on her shoulder.

"Focus Anan. Voidtreckers. We do not ask it lightly. Please those that can, fight. Buy us time to set the seals. Buy time for those with no void craft to evacuate."

The screens flicker in colour before it cracks into static.

'NONE OF YOU WILL SURVIVE.'

A DISJOINTED REALITY

[ FALLING CITY. ] The city has been torn apart, fragments of roads, buildings and structures floating in a horrible mess. Friends and comrades split apart, some trapped in rooms that once had exits, or with no way out than to fall to nowhere. Pieces may stitch back together again at random, but with the same unpredictably, tear apart.

And if it couldn't get any worse, those core lights buzz around the environment, searching for individuals. They will do anything to hinder our heroes: turn into monsters from their minds, attempt to encase them inside illusions of their fears; even try to make them see pathways that don't exist, to make them fall into nothingness.

But for those who honed their resistances against illusions, this time may be different from the last. And with some experimenting, or just some lucky wishful thinking at the right time - some will find they can bend the illusions to do as they want, if just for a while. Stitch back together pathways so they can be crossed over, or make a weapon appear where it's needed.

It requires concentration, will be exhausting with too much use, but still - when isn't an axe or road on call handy?

[ HINDRANCE OR HELP. ] But it isn't only the core lights and environment they need to worry about. There are monsters coming out of the void - monsters they may recognise, monsters they may not. But unlike those of illusions, these are real, monsters - mechanical, ghostly, flesh and blood, something else entirely - slipping through from other worlds to rampage here.

There are also civilians, those who remain brainwashed, going after the Voidtreckers with powers of their own: telekinesis, pyromancy, superstrength and endurance, and so forth. Their skill levels vary, but the strongest of all are those who features have become twisted, chaotic. Streaks of colours dance under the skin, and they listen to no reason but their own. The entity - no their god, Chaos, is remaking the world. Remaking it the way it should have always been.

Strangely, but luckily, not everyone is harmful. Amongst those out there are a peculiar sight: a short hybrid between child and woodland-creature. They're keen to help, particularly anyone young or good of heart. They will help to lead them to safe shelters - the safe-houses made by Voidtreckers, the protected rooms all that are left. They may even interrupt the core lights from harming youngsters, knocking and shattering them, and then staying close to the youngster.

[ THE EVACUATION. ] For those who manage to make their way to the park, Anan is there, looking grim. One good thing though, as voidtreckers rush towards the entity or get ready to protect those helping evacuate this world- those with SCA's will see them burst into life, comms online.

The evacuation area needs protecting. Those acting as beacons aren't able to fight for themselves and the evacuation process is intense, slow and there are many many people in this city. The main entity is distracted but the monsters are drawn towards this gathering of people. Holding them back is vital to this plan working.

It's going to take everything the voidtreckers and their new friends have, to pull this plan off.

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Cassie flies in behind Trunks, looking to grab anyone he isn't able to get to. As she closes the distance, she makes use of her own temporary power, growing as large as it will let her so she can grab them literally by the handful.

What's left of the group of Tuckers disappears abruptly, and Wash is yanked off his feet, lifted into the air and-

And over the evacuation area. Son of a bitch is done targeting them and has moved on to going after civilians - the last of the kidnapped people who need to get out of this crumbling hellscape.

Wash sure hopes this bastard can hear through his shadow tentacles, because his next few words are quiet, soaked in venom and snarled out through gritted teeth. "You should've died with your world."

He tears himself free, falls, lands hard in the evac zone with a jolt that rattles his wounds and makes him hiss, and rolls to his feet. No time to waste. If Community Theater Cthulu wants a show, then he can goddamn well have one.

"GET TO THE MIDDLE OF THE STREETS AWAY FROM THE BUILDINGS AND KEEP MOVING! IF ANYONE FALLS, PICK THEM UP! WE'RE GETTING OUT OF THIS TOGETHER!"

It's a damn good thing Thaumaturgy is a cantrip, because it's been his go-to for this whole stupid affair. He finds someone trapped under debris, upends the building scrap off of her like she's nothing, and pulls her to her feet. The woman doesn't wait to thank him - just takes off running towards the evac point, stopping only to scoop a frightened child into her arms before she picks up the pace again.

Good. One down, God only knows how many more to go, and one cosmic asshole presiding over it all. He doesn't stop to worry about it - doesn't stop to think about how much this is like Thay, except Thay had been an unmitigated disaster so this can't be like Thay - and just keeps moving, helping who he can.

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"You're becoming the same monster who took Diagad! The same rot!" Razzy shouted as she zipped through the tendrils, limbs elongating, morphing to slip through the loops before they tighten. Not testing intangiblity with enegprgy if she can help it.

But there were people in danger and she never claimed to be a hero. That was Danny. But she didn't ignore people in danger in front of her. But that is a lot of debris, a lot of civilians, what does she do, what does she do, a solid shield of ecto or ice would be too much, she needs a connection for intangibility-

Oh. "Ignore the iced ones!"

Her eyes go blue, the air getting chilly around her, and she throws out a spiderweb of ice, spikes fanning out from her hands, aiming for the largest chunks of debris heading for people, her eyes turning a solid green as they all suddenly stop midair. Using the connection of ice between her and the debris to spread out her intangibility, supporting the weight of the debris and making them passable.

Having been carted up by shadow tentacle, Wei Wuxian has his hands on... part of Chaos, technically, in a sudden enough move to startle his playing.

Which was an interesting concept, for two reasons. One, if the madcap power he'd been 'given' on this crafted, falling apart world continued to work, then he was, in theory, borrowing Chaos's... tentacle's power? By proxy. Though if Chaos is the whole of what exists here, is it borrowing from Chaos?

Two, he needed some cooperation out of Chaos anyway to be helping the people below.

"If you know what you gave us, either lend me your abilities, or lend me your resentment. I need something to use." Following that, he'd try to first, see if he can influence any falling rubble into a different form, exchanging one illusion for another (seems worth a try); second, lifting his flute to his lips and changing tone entirely, something that commands, that cajoles, that directs resentment, which is only going to work if some's lent out his way. There aren't enough resenting dead around otherwise, thus the only source of that power is Chaos's own energies themselves.

(This is why you don't bring a necromantic bard to a boss fight. Unfortunately, the necromantic bard brought himself.)

Mami's hands grasp for air as her illusory opponent disappears, but that's soon the least of their problems. She's carried up with the rest to watch their opponent...what, kill people? This must be some kind of test, or trick. She grits her teeth against the pain and despair wailing on her mind, trembling with everything she has to keep from breaking.

And she launches behind the rest, desperately searching for injured and sending unfocused clouds of healing. Not as effective as if she were with them one on one, and it's draining her quickly, but she has to do something.

Yes The voice dipped as Wash spoke but the soared. FINALLY SOMETHING WE AGREE ON. I SHOULD BE DEAD. WE SHOULD ALL BE DEAD. ALAS. ALAS IT IS NOT SO.

As Trunks, Cassie, Wash, Razzy and Mami Grab civilians out of the way the shapes shoot another building, and one of the platforms, splitting the group of civilians up, sending them scattering as the platform begins to break apart.

They have stopped screaming though, instinctively moving towards those who have shown up to save them.

YOU WANT RESENTMENT? DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU ASK LITTLE FLUTER? DO YOU TRULY?

BUT EVEN SO. WHAT IS THEATRE WITHOUT AN ORCHESTRA?

"I know how that feels, but since we are alive, and we did survive, then we don't get to stop striving now. We don't get to blame the others who live. We don't get to blame ourselves for surviving. Wei Wuxian is asking for your resentment and heartache, Little Chaos. Let it flow."

It's unlikely Wei Wuxian will be able to control too much for long, but he plays, and anything given to him he directs: straight up at the shapes, at what destroyed everyone that Chaos loved. Resentment aimed, and not further escalated; music to point toward the self-created lie about a self-evident truth.

Chaos resents those shapes, but Chaos very likely resented having survived at all.

You live, and we live, and that's the only way we solve anything. We live for all of them, and make sure we do everything we can so that it never happens again.

"I'm sorry you lost people dear to you." Prompto chimed in, because that was very true, he was sorry. "But hurting other people doesn't help that. Isn't it better to move forward?"

He didn't really know why he wanted to be so vengeful, but he understood what loss did to people.

"I bet the people who cared about would be really glad you were spared and you can live on."

Otoha growls and starts slashing through whatever tentacles he can find that are going for people. Passenger or not, they need to be taken out. It's not his city, but it looks like they're the only ones who can protect them.

Even if they want to kill him, that's fine. He's very used to that sort of thing. He starts trying to herd them along with Wash.

"Move."

Razzy may not know math, but she understands how momentum works, and she sees more debris falling, so with effort, she pulls hard at the debris she's captured, pulling the phased material up into the debris, moving it to go the opposite way-

And lets it solidified at the last moment, fusing with the falling parts, ice shattering, but sending the debris to fall on the other side of the building.

And she dives down, eyes glowing blue as she aims for the largest crack in the platform, sending out ice to help support the broken structure.

It wouldn't last long, but it would give them time.

"This! Is what I'm talking about! Not letting go of the end of the world just makes you the same monster that took from you! If you respond with pain with pain, then there's only suffering! What are you hoping to get out of this other then thinking this will help your anger?!" She demanded, hands on the ice to try and keep it up. "Because I can tell you now, death isn't a mercy people like to think it is! And that's from the half dead girl!"

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"Master Chaos, please!" Zagreus finally calls, having made it to the battlefield despite the innumerable obstacles set in his path. This isn't his great-great-grandparent, true, but it is enough like the Chaos Zagreus knows to feel comfortable using such an epithet. "This isn't the way to honor the fallen. Taking more Shades will never return them to you. Remind yourself of them as they were! They live on in your memory!"

He's not going to get into the nitty-gritty of the discussion of death, as he definitely has a different perspective than the mortal Voidtreckers likely do. The prince will, however, be ready to block any incoming attacks so that the pathway remains clear behind him, defending the escape route at the cost of potential bodily harm or death. He still has all his Death Defiances ready to use.

Community Theater Cthulu is a nihilist. Fucking perfect.

But Wash doesn't have any further words for him right now - there's too much going on otherwise. He's too busy pulling people out of the way of debris, digging them out from under fallen bits of building and God knows what else, and lifting them up to a safer area now that the platform they're on is fracturing. He sends them Otoha's way when they're fine but just need direction - Otoha's got a good head on his shoulders. He's got this.

"Keep going! Don't look back and don't stop!" If they lose anyone, they're gone for good into the abyss, so he's making for damn certain he doesn't lose anyone.

Trunks kept pushing himself. Blasting debris to bits or rescuing people. Testing out the new limits on speed that Super-Saiyan 2 afforded him. If needed, he still had his chronomancy.

Let other's do the talking--there are people to save.

Their efforts pay off as the civilians are helped over the crumbling platforms and into the park in the distance. A few shout their thanks to the heroes who help them as they run towards the evacuation point.

WHAT IS MEMORY IF IT CANNOT BE MADE SOLID? JUST FLEETING PICTURES. SNIPPETS OF PAIN.

As Wei Wuxian plays resentment crashes into him, angry, brutal energy that wrestles with him for control, trying to smother his mind. Tendrils descend to wrap around him, trying to lift him into the air.

PLAY FOR ME MY LITTLE FLUTER. BRING YOUR MUSIC TO MY THEATRE AND TOGETHER WE SHALL CREATE THE MOST WONDERFUL SHOW. YOU. ALL OF YOU. BE MY CHORUS. DANCE FOR ME.

The shadows are still there though and now the civilians are gone they fire again, this time towards the voidtreckers and friends even as Wei Wuxian's song attacks them, aiming them off course.

For those voidtreckers who wore their SCA there is a frantic series of beeping and booping before a voice sounds, Jin-Roh, the man from before.

"We are almost done here, if you are with anyone not tethered to a voidcraft get them to the evacuation point, as quickly as possible."

Up he goes, with resentment trying to swallow him whole, but this is nothing (it is not nothing, it is something immense, but it is unified) in the face of hundreds, thousands of people, pouring into him, screaming, demanding, their rage and horror and sorrow all wanting something he can't give, borrowing the voices of people he cared for most to lull and lure and coax and just give in.

The nature of his song changes as he's lifted, offering no resistance to the tendrils, but not looking distressed by it, either. From the commands that slew hundreds, that annihilated armies once upon a nightmare of a war, to the song that had soothed, calmed, and protected what has mattered more to him than power ever would.

Memory is our due, our honour, or burden. Life and death, joy and sorrow. Sing this song, this one song, with me, and sing it well. Love, warmth, forgiveness, and the pain of living, of being alive, even when they aren't. That is memory.

Don't drop him, Chaos, that'd be rude.

It a flurry of many things seemingly aty once, it seems the battle has become a crumbling mess, in more ways than one, and seemingly in every possible way to turn Freeza's stomach. He turns his attention to aiding the finish of the evacuation efforts, albeit with an irritated snarl.

Zagreus for his part focuses on keeping the path clear for other fleeing Voidtreckers and remaining stragglers, smashing debris that threatens to fall their way and picking off any remaining monsters that threaten their lives, and once everyone is evacuated, he will focus on freeing Wei Wuxian from the tendrils, not with Stygius if he can help it, but he will if he has to to avoid getting caught himself. He still believes Chaos can be reasoned with, despite the battering the Voidtreckers have been giving them.

"Life is fleeting too, Master Chaos! Death comes for everyone! I know it brings you snippets of pain to recall them now that they're gone to the Afterlife. I know it hurts, even deeply sometimes, but remembering them also brings you the moments of shared joy, pieces of mutual adventure, bits of fun and laughter, the times you've loved and lost and loved again! Please, Master Chaos, this is not the way to honor your friends, your family, your loved ones! Remember the good times, too...!"

Mami's attention turns inevitably to the rising voices of despair. She notes the emergency and steels herself to prepare for the evacuation, and conjures as many ribbons as she has left to clear a path and shield from debris.

"When we create memories...we create ourselves. Nothing lasts, everything is fleeting. And our reward for not giving in to despair is every little beautiful moment...that's what I fight for."

It's said more to herself than to Chaos, as she's chosen to pull back and escort those who need to evacuate now. But it's a promise.

Shit. He moves towards the loud blond guy, raising his voice.

"I know you gotta save these people, but it's time for you to get going! We need to get you to the evacuation point before it's too late!"

"Memories are the difference between a fool and not! Memories are the building blocks we use to learn to not be taken advantage of, and how to forgive and help ourselves and others. If you think memories are pointless if you can't go back to the past, then you don't know the value of them!" Razzy shouted, phasing up through the platform as the shadows attacked. With the numbers thinning, it would be a lot more helpful to help while flying.

Returning ice and ecto blasts at errant shadows.

"One of those gods who rotted the world really loved messing with memories. Luckily for her, my memories when I got them back made me very forgiving because I had to make the call. Do you think you'll br so lucky?" She asked, firing down another shadow.

"I have to go," but she can also clock 120 miles an hour during flight. "Before I go, how about you do a scan and see what awaits you if you don't learn to let go of what you've lost?"

She doesn't have time to have a debate or be overly kind, but thoughts are fast and she can at least make the offer. Maybe Chaos would learn something.

With the people all safe, Trunks turns his attention to the debris and the shadows. "Go. And thank you!" Shouted to their allies, with a salute-wave thrown their way. Looking to continue dealing with the debris and protecting his fellow fighters.

Trunks, as always, will have someone next to him, lighting up the shadows with green light and dodging and smashing the debris as it comes. She loves to talk more than most, but she's had nothing to say to this Chaos that would be fit to repeat in front of children.

The tendrils don't seem to be hurting Wei Wuxian, but they do hold him up in the air, as the music flows, as the tendrils pour hurt and hearbreak into Wei Wuxian, as the voidtreckers keep speaking. The tendrils bat Thanatos away, entangling his legs and trying to pull him away from Wei Wuxian.

YOU LIVE FOR THIS? FOR THESE MOMENTS? TO LIVE SO FLEETINGLY AND FEEL SUCH PAIN. A tendril comes to wrap around Danny, to feel what she is trying to explain. She's going to have to be quick, to evacuate on time.

Jin-Roh is still speaking. "Everyone else get ready. When we call it you need to leave. If you don't have your SCA on then get to someone who does.

Razzy sees the tendril and decides to totally avoid trying to talk. She knows how much can be transferred in a touch, and just how quick it can be. She's had months dumped in her head in moments. So she focuses and she touches the tendril-

She hadn't been lying when she said she hadn't even been thirteen.

She's little more then two.

And she has suffered greatly. Born in a body falling apart, only held together for months by pure force of will. Only to be killed temporarily by her father ripping her apart molecule by molecule. And then she agrees to a devil's deal, a wish for being forced to relive her life bit by bit while playing in games against other teams. Some were kind. Many were not. She's been maimed, tortured, and killed over and over again, only to be stitched back together. She has blood on her hands, from hard choices, mistakes, and being a puppet. She knows the dangers of intangibility first hand.

And through it all, Razzy only wants for two things. To not die, and to have a home. A family. A place where she can belong.

The first is Danny, but to rely on Danny means asking him to hurt for her. She knows if she asked, he'd do it. She doesn't ask. Ultimately its why she agrees to the deal. A wish for what she wants without hurting Danny.

And while there is flashing of that suffering, once she's in the underground cave, Sabra, there is joy. She meets friends, finds family. She can ask questions without fear, share meals, play with others. She has comfort for her bad memories, and bad games. She can rely on others without guilt for the first time.

Sabra, however, was on borrowed time. An untold number of souls trapped in the earth, consumed so the gods may buy themselves more times. The last of their people, and those who came for wishes. But more and more souls are needed, more and more suffering necessary.

There are two goddesses that have made Razzy suffer greatly. One a sadist, but she finds full of despair and rage, people beg to give her a chance, and while Razzy doesn't forgive her the harm she caused her, despite holding the weapon to easily kill her, she spares her. Because its like her father. If he had let people in, could he have been better? Hopefully she could be with people to support her.

Another, she's hurt her through a desperate need to understand. Not on purpose, just a lack of information. She gets to know her, feels empathy for her naive nature, knows how much harm she's caused Danny and others from her own lack, and understands her desire to see more. When she's about to die, its Razzy who manages to save her life.

There were many like that, when Sabra ends. There were gods who made bonds, who found a life beyond. Others laid to rest with their people. But many had to be killed because they continued to hurt people and wouldn't change. They either had to be stopped, or the souls would continue to suffer. So they ended it.

And once it ends....

She sees the stars. She sees rolling fields of green. She sees a house. She sees her family, her friends. And after two long years of near constant suffering....

She's happy. She can see everything she wants to see, new worlds, her important people, and never has to be alone again.

"I have seen enough to know this; when you're hurt, you can choose to make the world worse, or you can make it better. I've been hurt by too many people who decided to do the former, so I'm going to do the latter. And I'm going to enjoy every moment of happiness I get because I've earned it. I earned my friends, and family," Razzy said, letting go of the tendril. "And I've learned if you want something better, you have to let yourself have it. Even if its not exactly the way you imagine. I've seen enough kindness to know the only reason you're stuck in a hopeless haze is because you won't let yourself have otherwise."

"I hope you learn to take something new when its offered," she finishes and then she turns, heading for the evacuation, flying as fast as she can to use her speed for all its worth.

"Wei Ying!" Lan Zhan's voice is raised as the man gets lifted, resisting the urge to destroy those tendrils. His knuckles white from clutching Bichen so tightly. The other man has a plan and it is clear, but Lan Wangji cannot help but be concerned. he can feel the resentment around them, the air thick with emotions. But he will stay by Wei Wuxian's side, making sure no debris comes his way, keeping the extra tendrils at bay. Cutting away at the ones that try to grab the man that came to also assist. No matter what happens, he will try to make sure that no harm will come to those close to him.

Even as the voice is telling them to prepare to leave. He finally lets go of his sword and lets it lift him up into the air to make sure he stays even with him. He doesn't need a tendril to help with that, he has his own means of flight.

"I won't leave." Not without him. They both have those devices, don't they? Certainly they will leave together.

So Familiar a Gleam: Finale

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