Imagination: Shu's words effectively stop the ice from spreading further. In fact, the ice starts to disappear, rather than melt, all around them.
Shu's sword starts glowing very dimly again, while Sol's own sword glitches, sometimes taking on a r͟e͉͘d̮͍̬ ̶̥̞̰͎ç͇̺o̝͓̬̱ḷ͎̩͙̮or, rather than blue.
Your Life decreases by 1000.
[Their surroundings flicker and change, showing both scenes and sometimes just darkness... his feelings are as strong and invasive as before, but they are clearly foreign and move as fast as everything else, just slow enough for them to register--
there's a room, the scent of lavender incense-- Shu can't see what's on the bed, but he can feel Sol's indignation and rage
a prison, the certainty that there's no turning back, that his life is over now that he has bloodied hands and a soiled soul
a naked woman who seems to be offering absolution, and Sol falling into her embrace
disappointing everyone: his family, Alice. T̜̟͉̠̦̖͕̉a͖͉̾i̽̃͗̀̉̆s̹̮̰̜ͣ̈́̐ͥ̿hͫ̄̿͐o̼̣̪͙͌͑. His village. even himself.
walking down a tunnel, towards the light, holding child Alice's hand, relieved to be able to rest at last...]
Shut up... What good is it to wish͉̣͙̱ͅ ̞̻̰̫̼́ͮͭͥf̙̈ͩ̎̀̃ͧͦoͩ̾r̲̮̪̫̩̾̉̊ͥͤ́ ̣̫̦̗̫̼ͤ̅͗̑̈́a̪͚̠͙̩̱̯n̟̾͐̅̈́͌̎̐ything? I don't want to think or want anything anymore. If everything would just disappear...
Sol seems to be glitching. The ice is starting to spread again, but not on Shu anymore-- it's starting to affect Sol himself. His own hands are covered in frost, and the ice seems to be spreading fast all over his body.
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Shu's sword starts glowing very dimly again, while Sol's own sword glitches, sometimes taking on a r͟e͉͘d̮͍̬ ̶̥̞̰͎ç͇̺o̝͓̬̱ḷ͎̩͙̮or, rather than blue.
Your Life decreases by 1000.
there's a room, the scent of lavender incense-- Shu can't see what's on the bed, but he can feel Sol's indignation and rage
a prison, the certainty that there's no turning back, that his life is over now that he has bloodied hands and a soiled soul
a naked woman who seems to be offering absolution, and Sol falling into her embrace
disappointing everyone: his family, Alice. T̜̟͉̠̦̖͕̉a͖͉̾i̽̃͗̀̉̆s̹̮̰̜ͣ̈́̐ͥ̿hͫ̄̿͐o̼̣̪͙͌͑. His village. even himself.
walking down a tunnel, towards the light, holding child Alice's hand, relieved to be able to rest at last...]
Shut up... What good is it to wish͉̣͙̱ͅ ̞̻̰̫̼́ͮͭͥf̙̈ͩ̎̀̃ͧͦoͩ̾r̲̮̪̫̩̾̉̊ͥͤ́ ̣̫̦̗̫̼ͤ̅͗̑̈́a̪͚̠͙̩̱̯n̟̾͐̅̈́͌̎̐ything? I don't want to think or want anything anymore. If everything would just disappear...