And you see—but do not feel—what they held: There's a memory of you, and rage that ends worlds, the sword in your hand drinking it in with love and joy.
There's Sabre, bleeding on the ground, pulling Hellfire close to her as she prepares to ensure they die together, while Hellfire looks at her adoringly.
There's you, leading Hellfire off the train, ready to fight to the point of collapse.
There are aconite and lotus, writhing in the flames. And the space around you lets out a cry like shattering steel.
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And you see—but do not feel—what they held:
There's a memory of you, and rage that ends worlds, the sword in your hand drinking it in with love and joy.
There's Sabre, bleeding on the ground, pulling Hellfire close to her as she prepares to ensure they die together, while Hellfire looks at her adoringly.
There's you, leading Hellfire off the train, ready to fight to the point of collapse.
There are aconite and lotus, writhing in the flames.
And the space around you lets out a cry like shattering steel.