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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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Freeza takes the blast seemingly full force, and the energy in his hand dissipates, momentarily. Some of his composure lost, like a constant interruption. A sphere of ki surrounds him to shield immediate attacks, get his bearings, see past the imitation.

"Is anyone putting a scratch in these tiresome things?" he demands.

It wasn't Gohan. It couldn't be. Trunks kept repeating to himself as he and the illusionary saiyan traded blows. Between that and the staggering force of emotions beating down on them from the Entity, he didn't even realize there were tears in his eyes.

Tears of loss, tears of anger and rage; just like the night he'd discovered Gohan's corpse in the rain. Then it had fueled and been the trigger for his first transformation into a Super Saiyan. Now, it was still fuel for him to keep fighting.

"This isn't you, Gohan." Trunks snarled before managing to break apart for some space. "You'd be fighting this thing trying to control us--to put us under a different reign of struggle and terror--just as hard as I am."

Razzy is a clone of Danny. Action does little to make her stop talking if she wants. It helps air isn't an issue.

The building chunks are and she is quick to move, shooting out blasts of ecto and ice to at least divert their path from people. Mostly. Its a lot to take care of. Much easier to phase through chunks herself.

She notices the guilt on her their faces, ignores thebpain in her heart. She had to drag them out of a fake fantasy of paradise. She's hurt them because of those same gods, the ones who rotted with their world, and those who escaped. Because they all suffered with the rot until they decided to change.

Though at least destroying and phasing through chunks gets her some distance from them. Being land bound is a major disadavtange and while Tide can match her speed, he has to deal with obstacles the brute force way.

"And maybe it will work! For a while! But not forever. How long did it take for your illusions to break this time? What will you do to maintain it? How many more children will you rip from their homes, their families, how many will you make scream just because you refuses to accept things have changed?!" Razzy shouted. "Tragedy happens, it hurts, it rips you apart. Worlds fall apart and that pain will weigh on you, and that's only going to change if you stop forever or you let people help you! This isn't either! This will only cause more pain in the end!"

No. NO THIS IS THE GREATEST SHOW OF ALL. SEE HOW REAL IT FEELS. SEE HOW YOU WEEP. EMBRACE THE PAIN. WEEP. LAUGH. SCREAM.

And then abruptly they vanish. The illusions of friends and family, popping like bubbles that have been burst.

BUT IF THIS BORES YOU THEN ACT TWO AWAITS!

Tendrils of colour break away from the main mass, coming down to each person here. But instead of attacking they aim to push, or wrap themselves around limbs and pull. They can be destroyed, there are more. They don't go far, just to where people can be seen, the many many citizens moving towards the evacuation point. A group moving across a semi-stable platform.

IF I COULD. I WOULD SAVE THEM. MY DIAGAD. WOULD YOU? COULD YOU? WILL YOU HELP?

Shadows begin to crowd in, shapes in the sky. The shadows from memory- though those who have seen them before will realise these are illusions. They do not feel the same, though it will be difficult to pinpoint how exactly. Circling the people on the platform.

ARE YOU HEROES? OR ARE YOU HYPOCRITES?

The first blast doesn't hit any of the civilians, instead one of the still standing buildings, which begins to crumble. The people scream.

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Trunks doesn't hesitate. Even if the illusionary Gohan were still around, he wouldn't. He's diving from the sky towards the building. Ki blasts from his hands, aimed at the crumbling building. He even invokes the power this world gave him--a form of chronomancy.

Using that precious time while everyone else was stopped around him, to move people away from the building's debris. He wasn't sure how long he had, but the longest this power would last was 5 seconds. It had to be enough.

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.

So Familiar a Gleam: Finale

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