[She knows the voice, but she doesn't. She's trapped between two instances--memory and reality. She knows this battle. Dewey sent her. Goddess of War. People's hope. Words gussied up to hide all she really was for him: a tool. Something to be thrown away when she no longer had a use.
Even this fight has no meaning. A masquerade for her to dance in. The only thing that truly matters is defeating the typeZero, and she can't even do that. She's running out of time to prove herself and there's just trash in the street--
He's not trash. You know him. This isn't real. This already HAPPENED.
She cuts through another Anti-body Coralian as she grits her teeth and towers over him, blood dripping from theEND's claws.]
What... what IS this... what's going on?!
[Fight, Anemone. You have to fight. You can't be distracted. There's no time--]
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Even this fight has no meaning. A masquerade for her to dance in. The only thing that truly matters is defeating the typeZero, and she can't even do that. She's running out of time to prove herself and there's just trash in the street--
He's not trash. You know him. This isn't real. This already HAPPENED.
She cuts through another Anti-body Coralian as she grits her teeth and towers over him, blood dripping from theEND's claws.]
What... what IS this... what's going on?!
[Fight, Anemone. You have to fight. You can't be distracted. There's no time--]