[In the distance on one side, there's a massive sphere of swirling air, beckoning to her, and even now, her head is in pain and it hurts to focus. It's not real, she keeps telling herself. It's not real, your head's been hurting less, it's not real.
On the other side, smaller blue and white suits streak across trapar, energy on air, six of them at her back. They're forming into a hexagon shape in the air though Anemone hasn't called for it, and in a moment she's dumped out of her own memory, left near him in her flight suit as theEND and the memory of herself takes to the sky to the middle of the formation, red chaotic energy gathering between the seven.
On the ground, she's holding her head.]
They're attacking because they were provoked.
[Mad laughter fills the air.
She cringes, because it's the laughter from her memory self.]
It's not a war, it's a massacre and it's just a show. Manipulating the masses, and because they're too stupid to think for themselves, it's working.
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[In the distance on one side, there's a massive sphere of swirling air, beckoning to her, and even now, her head is in pain and it hurts to focus. It's not real, she keeps telling herself. It's not real, your head's been hurting less, it's not real.
On the other side, smaller blue and white suits streak across trapar, energy on air, six of them at her back. They're forming into a hexagon shape in the air though Anemone hasn't called for it, and in a moment she's dumped out of her own memory, left near him in her flight suit as theEND and the memory of herself takes to the sky to the middle of the formation, red chaotic energy gathering between the seven.
On the ground, she's holding her head.]
They're attacking because they were provoked.
[Mad laughter fills the air.
She cringes, because it's the laughter from her memory self.]
It's not a war, it's a massacre and it's just a show. Manipulating the masses, and because they're too stupid to think for themselves, it's working.