i just wanna know: who broke it?

[summonerd]

[Sheena'd thought she was all done with dimensional travel, now that the two worlds were united. But here she is, having fallen asleep in one world and woken up in a Tethe'alla that's just different enough from the one she knows to be constantly jarring. Her connections to Aselia's summon spirits dangle loose, snapped by distance - not even Origin's power could follow her here, it seems. That's more than a little unsettling.

It takes her some time, alone in a bizarro version of Meltokio as she is, but eventually she stumbles on a lead - an old scientific journal, a mention of the power of something called an Aegis being able to transcend space and time, at least in theory. And a little asking around tells her that Tethe'alla has its own Aegis, though no one's seen it for years. Well. Worth a shot, right?

Somehow she manages to talk her way into the Tethe'allan castle where the Aegis's core crystal awaits being woken up, with a series of smiles and her very best politicking - yes, of course she's got nothing but loyalty for Tethe'alla, of course she's skilled at this, of course it'd be a great honor.

(Zelos would be proud, she thinks, wryly.)

They're dubious, but her persistence wears them down, or maybe they're just desperate enough for a return of the Aegis's power to let her try, and the orange core crystal is offered out to her.

She takes a deep breath, and reaches out to touch it.]

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[risingfalcon]

Lloyd staggers, almost tripping over himself to make sure Sheena is alright, just as Mithos' own fear slams into him, leaving him heaving a breath and struggling to keep steady. The Aegises. Something is happening to them, and he can't see them, can't know what, but it's not just one of them. Its both of them.

He feels lightheaded, almost, with the way the emotional bleed screams a song of terror, but nows no time to freak out. Lloyd considers shutting off his emotions, using that space instead for rational thinking, but thinks against it at the last minute - the emotional bleed is a good way for Mithos to be able to tell that he's still being driven by Lloyd, and whether or not he particularly cares for Lloyd doesn't matter as long as he realizes that for all intents and purposes, he's still free. Sylvarant hasn't taken his driver, so there's still hope. Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Lloyd tries his best to send off what he hopes is reassurance, something like a "it's not over yet, we'll save you," and then returns himself to the current scene.

Anna and Malos both look at him, asking for some sort of answer, and, well, he doesn't have any that he can think of. The door keeping them in is less a door and more of an automatic wall, with no proper locking mechanism or anything to use on their side of things - just layers of smooth concrete, lined with a thick coating of poly-carbonate, if Lloyd had to guess. They can't risk being caught in here with a bunch of guards, Lloyd rationalizes, glancing at the half-aware forms of more than half the party, and he supposes he might be able to slam into it like he did the cell doors, but at the rate that he'd be able to break through...

Biting his lip, setting his shoulders, and continuing to send more hope through the emotional bleed, Lloyd approaches the trap door. It came down from above, right? So there has to be a sliding mechanism in place within the ceiling, something Sylvarant assumed can't be tampered with through the sheer weight of the door.

But then, this Sylvarant has never dealt with super-powered angels before, have they?

Lloyd drops into a kneel in front of the door, sliding his fingers as close to the edge of the door as he can, and as soon as he's able to find a grip, he begins lifting it up. It's heavy - heavier than anything he's tried to lift before, probably well over three hundred pounds, and even with the enhanced angel strength, he finds himself straining, with a grunt, to keep it up. But eventually, he's able to raise himself up with the weight and hold it up, creating enough space for everyone to at least bend and walk through.

"C'mon," he croaks out a little, focused as he is on holding the door up, on keeping his trembling arms from giving. Gods, this is so heavy. "Lets go, I don't know how long I can hold this for."

[summonerd]

Somewhere, dimly, Sheena catches her name being said. She's trying her best to pay attention to the conversation, really she is, but it's so hard to piece together words through such a thick haze of static. But that's important, right? She needs to be here for this.

"I-- I don't," she chokes out. Reaches out to the nearest bar to try and pull herself up, without any luck. They don't have time for this. Somewhere, past the rush and haze of the emotional bleed, Sheena's frustration builds.

And then, somehow, the static eases up, just a little. Not enough, but - enough for her to find the space to take a breath. Process a little more of what she'd heard. "Not sure I can walk. Sorry," she manages, with a self-deprecating smile more or less in Malos's direction. At least she's still on her feet, if crouching down and hunched over counts. What the hell are they doing to Zelos, that the emotional bleed makes the aftermath of their last shared dream feel pleasant by comparison? How bad is it for him right now? "We need to..." Maybe making plans is a little more than she can handle right now.

[ilivedbitches]

First of all: Lloyd sprouting wings? Holy shit.

And then, as if watching him break the cell doors off of their fucking hinges wasn't impressive enough, Lloyd goes and lifts the goddamn wall like it's nothing. Well. Okay, he seems to be struggling, but still, holy shit holy shit holy shit. Anna's somewhat terrified, mostly awed, a lot proud.

Kratos ducks through, first thing. Anna can't blame him.

"Hey, no problem," Malos tells Sheena, as he bends down to scoop her up. "I don't mind." And he ferrys Sheena past Lloyd.

"Thanks," Anna tells Lloyd, as she slips past him. "That's--" She can't think of what to say. "Incredible," she settles on. She's kind of worried about him. Now probably isn't the time. "Good job," she says, instead, and because she doesn't know what to say she slides forward to check on Kratos, real fast.

"Kratos?" she asks. He's taken a few steps down the hall, eyes scanning, rigid and clearly on edge, but-- more responsive than earlier, at least. Maybe she shouldn't press him, but. "How you doing?"

He hesitates long enough she isn't sure he'll answer, but then: "Nine," he gets out, kind of croaky.

Not quite a panic attack. Very close to one. Alright. "Gotcha," Anna says, in acknowledgement. "You gonna be... okay? While we get out of here?"

"Have to," Kratos answers. "Mithos."

Anna nods. Swallows. "Kvar's dead, remember," she says, quietly. "You're alright. He's not gonna--"

"I know."

"Just wanted to remind you. That things are okay. That no one's going to hurt you," Anna says, persistent, if uncertain. "Thought maybe it'd help."

"Thanks." It's terse, so it's hard to tell if he means it, but she has to forgive him for his one-tone, one-syllable answers, right now. The fact she's getting words out of him at all is a miracle. Finally he turns, and he stops, eyes locking on a path down the left. He must've picked out Mithos' signal. "This way," he says, and starts walking.

[risingfalcon]

Holding the door open for just long enough that everyone is able to safely make it through is tough, but as soon as Anna gets through safely, Lloyd drops back to a kneel and let’s go of it completely. As expected, there’s a loud bang as the door hits ground again, but there’s little Lloyd could have done to avoid that. Anna left before he could thank her for her compliment, but that’s fine, actually. Between the rough breaths he lets out once he drops the door, the way he doubles over to take a second-long break before he continues on, and the way the emotion bleed still rings strong with Mithos’ anxiety and fear and Lloyd’s own anger and determination, he doesn’t have much room for words.

“Hold on,” Lloyd says, as Kratos begins walking. “Anna and Sheena’s weapons should be close. They need to be armed, too.” And experience with these kinds of jails tells Lloyd that if the cell block was right here, a guard post should be close by, too. He walks straight forward, keeping alert for any stray guard, and takes a right in a small alcove. Though the room looks like it should have a guard in it, it’s empty. Lloyd wonders, for a minute, if the guards are preoccupied with whatever is happening to the Aegises, takes the moment to send off more reassurances to Mithos, and then picks up the pace. There’s a lone desk in the room, and shoving open a drawer with a lock that can’t put up against his enhanced strength, he finds Sheena’s knife and what has to be Anna’s dagger.

Weapons found, he returns to the party and hands Anna her dagger back. Sheena can’t walk yet, but he hands her her knife back, too, and then turns back to Kratos.

“Lead the way.”

The hallways are far from empty. Kratos leads the party through twists and turns, sterilized hallway leading into sterilized hallway, and along the way they encounter various grunts and guards wearing the Sylvaranti military uniform. With Malos and Sheena out for the count for the moment, Lloyd, Kratos, and Anna are left with the responsibility of taking out any enemies, and they do so efficiently and quickly. The attacks may be a little brutal, a little merciless, but Lloyd certainly can’t blame Anna and Kratos for being vicious when he’s being much the same.

Before long, Kratos gets them to a room with several guards and people in labcoats all around. They stand as the group enters in, half-battered but fully determined, and it takes less than a few seconds before shit hits the fan and goes to hell. Lloyd takes notice of the large steel double doors in the back of the room, a computer and keypad attached to the wall next to it, and guesses that must be where the Aegises are being held. It’s time to get them out of there.

And with that thought, he spins into attack, meeting a guard’s blade with his own.

THE ALPHABET SOUP; IT SPELLS FUCK

[ilivedbitches]

Kratos thinks about Mithos and nothing else, latches onto the signal and grabs it tightly, letting it fill him up and drown out everything else. Thankfully, the push and pull of battle is easy to not think about. His sword is solid and real in his hands. Light burns at his fingertips. The human guards fall one by one.

Malos deposits Sheena as gently as he can and-- once everyone has their own personal shield established-- says: "Alright, let's start moving towards the door. Getting Mithos and Zelos out is the best thing we can do right now." His ether levels have regulated by now, so he's alright, but still, cutting a path to the door is best choice, right. "Dunno how we'll get in, but--"

"I got it," Anna interjects, smile bright and sharp. Knife twirling in her hand, she lunges at the nearest asshole in a labcoat and slams them against the wall, shoves her knife under their chin. "You mind telling me how to get to the Aegises, you bastard?"

Though visibly shaken, the scientist doesn't seem particularly scared. "It won't matter what you do. Reinforcements are coming."

"Not fast enough to save your life," Anna counters, her smile not dropping an inch. "And I'm not above putting this knife somewhere uncomfortable until I get the answer I want--"

"I wouldn't be so sure of that."

And then there's a sound like a ringing bell, then something happens to the ether in the room.

Anna doesn't feel it but she does feel the sudden pain in her chest, sharp and burning, whips her head around to Malos just in time to watch him stagger, all of his shields flickering and then vanishing from existence. He puts a hand on the nearby wall to steady himself.

(Out of Anna's immediate range of vision, Kratos drops to his knees and quite suddenly forgets how to breathe. His mind sings tight and loud with terror terror terror terror terror terror terror.)

Anna slits the throat of the person she's holding-- she can ask someone else-- and then turns to find the source--

A blade. The only blade in the room that isn't someone Anna knows. Her green hair is tied back, and she raises her staff to the sky.

we fucked it again

[risingfalcon]

The moment the ether in the room is pulled from the air, Lloyd can feel himself choke on its sudden absence, blood rushing from an abundance of it to forcing itself to slow, the immediate drop from his angel abilities harsh and rough on his body. He drops to his knees, heaving a breath, as the already existing pain surrounding his shoulderblades flares up worse, a sensation not unlike a wound ripping back open causing him to bite back a whimper. What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck.

Lloyd forces himself to stand, legs trembling with the way his body attempts to use ether that is no longer there, wings drooping and flickering around him, barely metaphysical anymore. He can't understand why he feels like he can't breathe, but the most he can process in-between bouts of searing pain and rapid-fire anxiety is the fact that one blade is causing all of this, one blade that looks exactly like -

"Tabatha?" Lloyd rasps out, grabbing at his chest. What have they done to her in this universe?

He doesn't get an answer, only catches a sudden rush of footsteps from his right, turning in time to be able to throw himself out of the way. Lloyd grabs at his swords, weakly brings them up to defend himself against another attack, but a different guard gets involved, and he finds himself panicking to keep up, breaths coming out uneven and choppy. He can barely keep himself standing against the strain, but he tries, forcing his side of the emotion bleed as calm as he can be, all things considered. He doesn't need to freak Mithos out, not like this.

ME LOOKING AT THE GROUPCHAT LAUGHIGN LIKE HA HA IT JUST GOT WORSE

[aurions]

No ether.

No ether no ether no ether no ether not again not again not again not again.

There's a coldness, left behind in its absence. A sharp, chilly horror that clings to his bones. Kratos trembles, unaware of when exactly he dropped to his knees, clinging to his sword even as its form wavers because he does not want to be defenseless, not again, not like this.

He can't stand up. He can't. He can't--

incredible, all the other subjects could stand ether levels this low, i wonder what's different about this one, the blood:ether levels are the same so why

Breathe, Kratos. Breathe. The levels aren't that low. His ears are ringing, and his chest is tight, and it's going to be difficult to fight like this for long but his sword is still in his hands and so

get up

fight back

you are not going to be taken again--

He can't he can't he can't make himself move he can't make himself do anything muscles trembling heart pounding thud thud thud THUD THUD as fingers brush against his arm--

AAAAAAAAAAAA

[ilivedbitches]

"NO!" Anna screams, throwing herself across the room. Malos is down Lloyd is being attacked and obviously that blade is the problem but someone just tried to grab Kratos and Anna's priorities were set for her.

Lloyd-- though seemingly in pain-- has it handled. Whatever the ether's doing in here can't be good for Malos but he isn't having a goddamn panic attack, right now. She crosses the distance between her and Kratos as fast as she can, arms hooking around Kratos' would-be attacker and--

She makes a decision. Turns and tosses them straight at that Architect-forsaken blade. Both bodies go sprawling.

"I'm here, Kratos," she promises, back to him. "And if anyone even thinks of touching you I will slaughter them."

THIS IS FUCKED

[summonerd]

"Thanks," Sheena tells Malos quickly as she's set down, not as steady on her feet as she'd like but enough for this much, at least. Her first thought is to keep out of this, let the others handle it and maybe figure out a way through the only other doors in the room, but then Tabatha steps forward, and as she raises her staff Lloyd and Malos and Kratos all react very badly, and -- alright, fuck. Letting the others deal with this is no longer an option.

Seeing them go down reminds her of what it is she needs to do to fix this, and she slams the door shut on the emotional bleed, cutting all but the tiniest thread off. There's a tiny bit of guilt in the back of her mind - whatever they'd done to Zelos, he doesn't deserve to be alone for - but she sets that aside, too. He's still with Mithos, and his driver feeling just as awful as he does isn't going to do anyone any favors if they all die for it. She feels better instantly, even with the sick airless vibe to the room, immediately pulling her cards out and imbuing one with power (it takes more out of her than it should, unable to draw from the ether in the room, but it's fine, it's not important) before throwing it in the direction of the pair Anna just sent flying. That should slow them down, even if it probably won't kill. In the meantime, she whips around, glancing over to the door and its locking mechanism for just a second before she lunges at another lab tech, kicking out with one leg to sweep them off their feet. She stands over them, cards splayed in one hand, absolutely furious.

"You saw what happened to your friend," she says. "Unless you wanna follow them, tell me how to open that door."

Maybe it's the cold anger in her tone or the fact that Anna did just absolutely murder someone working in Sheena's favor, but the scientist reaches into a pocket, trembling. She tenses for a moment, ready to attack, but what they pull out is just a card.

"H-here," they say, voice shaking along with the rest of them. "Take them and go, my research isn't worth this--"

Sheena snatches it from their outstretched hand, turns away without a word back to the door. Alright. How does this work? It takes her a second to figure out which end goes where, holding her up just long enough for one of the guards in the room to try and tackle her. She swears, rolling with it and elbowing him hard enough to make him let go, using the extra space to punch with the hand holding her cards as she puts the force of an arte behind it. The guard staggers, slowed by her spell, and she takes that time to shove the keycard into the slot. A light on the keypad flashes green, the doors clicking open as the lock unlatches, and Sheena throws them wide, managing to clock the slowed guard with one.

"Zelos?" she calls, immediately. "Mithos?"

HI IM ABOUT TO MAKE THINGS WORSE

[lonelyarchitect]

Zelos.

You feel a pinging, from the network.

A request for access, tentative in ways that such a thing really cannot be.

A message comes along with it, transmitted in morse code.

I can help you get out. But it might hurt. I'm sorry.

THANK YOU FOR THIS

[presidentheartbeat]

The tapping sensation against Zelos' forehead contrasts harshly against the melodious notes in the shores of his subconscious, the transmission cutting and distorting the song, leaving it in a cacophony of all the wrong pitches, murky and echoing as this new message, this voice, overpowers everything and booms loud in his ears.

But this particular signal, it sticks around long enough for Zelos to hold onto it, familiarity and curiosity both grabbing his attention and pulling it away from Mithos' song. He's... felt this before, hasn't he? He's heard this wavelength before, but not this gently, not this shyly, and definitely not this remorseful. The song fades in the distance, a distorted echo of itself as Zelos follows the message. And as he pushes himself towards it, tingling in his hands, buzzing behind his eyelids--Zelos feels that power once again, laying in waiting, that white noise he's only felt in his dreams before cutting into the song.

With the signal comes a flash of red, the image of a city of glass, and a request.

Oh.

Well, it's... it's not like Zelos has any other choice here, does he?

It's you again, comes the Aegis' slurred voice in his own mind. He doesn't know if it'll be heard, but he can try. Let me out. Just let me out. I don't care how. I can't move, anyways. Let me out.

I'M NOT SURE YOU SHOULD BE THANKING ME BUT

[lonelyarchitect]

Okay, comes the response.

And then the Architect pours his ether into Zelos.

FUCK YOU, DAD

[lovedbyorigin2]

Mithos stops singing. The ether in the room shifts, almost imperceptibly, but Mithos would not be Mithos if he did not notice. He turns his head and blinks at Zelos-- who had relaxed, at least, even if he remained unresponsive-- where the shift in the ether is centered around. That signal... it tastes faintly, distantly, like Father's...

Why would it...?

The door clicks and hisses with release, sliding open, and Mithos jumps to his feet. Freedom. Mithos lets out a delighted, relieved laugh, and--

Doesn't have time for anything else.

The ether swells around Zelos suddenly, overwhelmingly, and-- Mithos knows the taste, the shape of that swell. Horror knocks itself against Mithos' core, and Mithos spins to stare at Zelos, watching the ether build around him, swirling orange and teal and-- Why is that Father's ether? What is Father doing.

It's swelling way too much, way too fast. Any second now it's going to--

"Get down!!" Mithos screams, and because that's not going to be enough, he throws himself at Sheena and drags her in the direction of Kratos and Anna and that's not quite far enough either, because Malos and Lloyd aren't close at all-- But there's no time for that, no time to worry, if he doesn't do anything they're all going to die.

He slams a shield down around all of them, anchors it to the floor and pours all of his strength into it. He catches two guards in the shield along with Lloyd, but it doesn't matter because Lloyd is safe, Lloyd is safe--

Everything is drowned in blinding white. Mithos bites his tongue and inhales sharp and pained as the explosion eats at his shield. There's no danger of the shield buckling, but it hurts. It lasts five, ten terrible seconds.

And then it's over.

Mithos lets go of Sheena, only just realizing he was still clinging to her. He spins around, horror singing loud along his veins, as he surveys the scene. Outside of Mithos' haphazard, uneven shield, the building has become rubble, and there-- there are no bodies. The residual ether sings sharp and thick, tastes of Zelos, tastes of Father, holy and fiery and destructive, and underneath all that the residual taste of death, of bodies that were undone. But it's... it's safe to let the shield down. So Mithos does.

His eyes sweep to where Zelos was last. There's nothing there but a dim orange core crystal, now.

"No," Mithos whispers, and all that horror becomes burning fury. "No!" he screams, and pounds his fists against the ground before he turns his head to the sky. "Why did you-- you could have-- I could have taken that!! WHY DID YOU CHOOSE HIM!?"

ZELOS IS DEAD

[summonerd]

There's just enough time for Sheena to enter the room they'd been held in, eyes locked on Zelos still unresponsive on the floor and every intention of getting him to safety even if she has to carry him again, when ether suddenly starts to build around him and Mithos tackles her. Backwards, away from Zelos.

"No!" she screams, tries to pull free even as Zelos's form is overtaken by brightly swirling ether. "Let me g--"

And then the world explodes into light around them.

More important to Sheena, though, is that even with the link closed down as it is, it's impossible for her not to feel it as their connection frays and then snaps. She fumbles, cries out wordlessly, trying in vain to hold onto him somehow, but--

It ends.



Even before she can see again, the sunspots in her eyes leaving her with only patchy vision, the second Mithos lets go of her she pulls herself back up, heart pounding loud in her ears. The sudden silence in her head is awful, but she clings to the only thing she can think of right now to make up for it.

(Even if I were to die, you'd just have to make sure nothing happens to my core crystal.)

She takes one unsteady step, trembling, then runs the rest of the way to Zelos's core crystal, scooping it up before anyone else can. It's still faintly warm as she holds it to her chest, head bowed and breath hitching.

🦀🦀🦀

[risingfalcon]

Anna throwing a guard into Tabatha knocks off her focus, so Lloyd takes a second to breathe deeply and otherwise ignore how his lungs and shoulder blades ache, fighting back against the guards at full strength. His wings are still weak in their luminescence, but the angel strength remains, so he thanks his lucky stars, raising a blade to meet a guard’s -

Everything happens at once. Mithos screams, and Lloyd, distracted, barely dodges a swing before a shield goes down around everyone in the immediate area. The room goes white, with not even the guards able to stay focused as they pause in their battle, covering wide eyes with their arms. The light lasts for a few seconds, blinding, and then the illumination dims, letting him blink and observe what just happened.

Complete and utter annihilation. The remains of the building are nothing more than exposed wiring in concrete walls, dust and debris covering the floor around them. Lloyd would wager that the explosion took out several rooms within this single floor, and he wouldn’t doubt that the foundation of the building had been severely compromised. Aside from the guards around him, every other person nearby has been killed, without bodies left behind. Even Tabatha’s reflection hadn’t been spared, and Lloyd feels a quick pang of guilt in his heart for her - they hadn’t been able to save her.

Without notice, one of the guards yells out in surprise and shocks Lloyd into action. He cuts them down quickly, too concerned to otherwise worry about being particularly merciful, and really, it’s their fault for trying to sneak up on him, but then horror sinks deep into his mind, an unwelcomed and entirely heart-stopping presence. Lloyd gulps, slowly turning to face Mithos, the source of the horror, and then double checks the room around them.

Where’s Zelos?

Where is Zelos?

Lloyd had assumed that Zelos was within the shield, too, unable to check before everything happened as he was, but now - there’s no red hair, no bright orange ether lines, nothing to indicate that he’s here. Mithos’ same horror grips at Lloyd’s heart as he begins to shake his head, in denial. No, no no no no no, nothing could have happened, not to Zelos, not again.

Mithos begins yelling as Lloyd watches Sheena take a step forward, distant in his mind and in his body as he tries and fails to process what’s happened, what this means. Once again, he’s threatened by falling deep into memories and experiences he’s never wanted to live through, fresh dread ready to break him and his stitched-up heart in pieces. “No,” he whimpers, as Sheena picks up Zelos’ core crystal, the realization of what that means slicing through Lloyd like a sword through his chest. “No, not again.”

Grief picks up the places where Lloyd’s optimism usually lies, causing him to drop his swords, which clatter to the ground loudly, as he stumbles towards Sheena, already fighting off unbelieving tears. Throat filled with words he can’t say, a scream he won’t scream, he swallows hard, willing his lungs to breathe air they no longer want to breathe. Not again, not again, not again.

Wordlessly, he approaches the ninja, making his intent obvious, and pulls her into a hug, using all of his remaining strength to keep standing. His wings finally vanish from behind him, breaking off in a spectacle of sparkles as he grieves, holding Sheena close like a lifeline. “It’s not fair,” he mumbles, not even embarrassed when his voice cracks. Twice, now, they’ve been forced to watch Zelos die. “It’s not fair.”

And then silence reigns.

DON'T CRAB RAVE AT A TIME LIKE THIS!!!!

[ilivedbitches]

Anna forgets how to breathe for a minute, as the light engulfs them, too close too burning, everything roaring in her ears. Her arm aches in ways it hasn't for five years. She bites her tongue and waits it out. Finally it does end. It does end, and she's still here, and she's still conscious. Cool. Bad. What just blew up.

Mithos is screaming and Sheena goes running and. Oh. Oh no.

She straightens herself up-- the blast knocked her to her knees-- peering to watch Sheena find Zelos' core crystal (at least that is fine) and gets about that far before Malos plops himself down next to her, clinging to her arm. She reaches over and squeezes his wrist, sending him a tentative smile. The emotion bleed is still tight with sick panic, and Anna's pretty good at compartimentalizing shit when she has to, but she understands if Malos' balance is nowhere near as good as hers is, right now, after that.

"You good?" she asks him.

"Fine, I'm fine," he says back. "I'm-- fuck. We're all here, right?" He sits up tall so he can look over their little crowd, and Anna watches as his lips move as he does a headcount under his breath. "Oh, Architect," he hisses, finally, face scrunching up.

Anna sends a nervous glance at the kids-- Lloyd has joined Sheena, and part of Anna wants to go over there, go check on them, but what even is there for her to say? What can she even do for them? She's not sure there is anything...

"Yeah, Zelos is dead," Mithos snaps, pacing back and forth on his feet. "And I know he'll be fine as soon as he reconfigures himself after that, but-- If Father wanted to blow this place up, he should have used me as a conduit, the irresponsible bastard." He shoots a glare up at the sky, eyes fixed more towards the twin moons that hang near the sunset (had it been sunset, earlier? Anna really has no way of knowing, but she doubts they were all unconscious that long) than immediately above him and he gestures wildly as he keeps shouting. "I know how to channel his power! I would have been fine!"

Anna blinks. "Your father-- The Architect-- he can just...?" she begins, old scars still aching, especially as Malos tightens his grip on her arm.

"Just?" Mithos presses, spinning around to face Anna. But in that moment as their eyes meet over Kratos' head, they both take stock of just how not well Kratos is doing, at the moment. He's trembling violently, his breathing erratic as all the stress he'd been clinging onto up until now starts leaking out of him. "Kratos," Mithos says.

"Hey, hey, Kratos, it's okay," Anna begins, about the same moment, trying to aim for soothing despite how tight the emotion bleed from Malos still is, despite the pit in her gut where her knowledge of Zelos' death sits. Here-- here she knows what to do, for the most part.

Kratos shoots her a half-hearted, withering glare, and then briefly, sharply, signs something with his hands. He's taught her a little bit of sign, but it's been five years since she last practiced, so it isn't until Mithos says "You don't look fine," that Anna has more than a half hearted guess at what Kratos was trying to say.

Kratos signs something else, and Anna thinks she sees a 'where', at which Mithos immediately drops to his knees in front of Kratos, and though his expression is still tight, frustrated, his tone is gentle. "It's okay, Kratos," Mithos says. "It's okay, we're safe. You're free. Not much of a building left for them to trap us in, anyway." He laughs, nervous. "You can see the stars-- over there. You're alright, Kratos. Just-- take your time."

And Anna realizes that maybe she isn't needed here, right now, actually. Mithos has it handled, and Kratos is probably going to respond better to him, anyway. Swallowing, shoving down how useless she is and strangling it with her decision to do something useful somehow, Anna squeezes Malos' hand one more time and makes to get up. She still has no idea what she's going to say to the kids, still quite certain there's nothing she can say. (They both know that this isn't permament for Zelos, right? They have to. They have to, and bringing it up is a dick move, because-- this still sucks, and it's not going to suck any less until Zelos is back, so--) But she wants to say something, anyway, wants to check on them somehow, wants to...

She doesn't get to.

There’s a shout, a rush of movement, one more guard that had gotten caught in Mithos’ shield getting to his feet, sword drawn from his belt. Before Anna can get up to meet him, stop him, there’s a crack of a whip, a flash of blue flame, and--

Ah.

“Morag,” Anna greets, getting to her feet. “Fancy, uh, seeing you here.” As if she isn’t Sylvarant’s goddamn Special Inquisitor, the second highest rank in the entire empire, as if her being here isn’t potentially a very very bad thing. Or maybe a very very good thing. The guard is dead, but neither Morag nor her blade, Brighid, make any effort to make another attack.

“What do you want?” Mithos demands, on his feet and sword blazing, very deliberate about moving so he can step between the new arrivals and Kratos and, by extension, everyone else.

Brighid definitely tenses, but Morag remains still. Military training, Anna guesses, mouth curling in distaste. "Truthfully, I just want to find out what the hell is going on here," Morag says, icy.

"We intercepted a communication that said this checkpoint had two Aegises captured and ready for transport, even though the Emperor gave no such order to begin with," Brighid elaborates, her tone sharper than Morag’s. "So he sent us to check on the situation."

“Oh great, politicians,” Mithos sneers.

“Worse,” Anna tells him, sidelong. “Military.”

“Yeugh.”

Anna laughs, lightly, well aware of Morag’s and Brighid’s eyes on her, but not really caring. “Yeah,” she says, and then raising her voice back to normal speaking volume: “Well, we’ve got it handled, so you can. I dunno. Fuck off?”

Brighid looks about ready to set them both on fire, but a look from Morag keeps her from doing anything more than glare. (Anna would kind of hate that, the whole driver-not-letting-their-blade-do-shit thing, except Morag’s expression was the gentle, loving kind of save-your-energy-it-isn’t-worth-it look that Anna’s received from Kratos time and again, so.) “Tell me,” Morag says, clearly, and Anna unfortunately admires how she’s managing to remain completely and utterly calm and lowkey intimidating (n- not that it’s working!) despite the circumstances and the fact Mithos could literally cut her in half in between one blink and the next. “Did you manage to gather any information at all, or were you too eager to blow this place up? We suspect the traitors here had ties to the rogue cannon facility…”

“Rouge--” Mithos scoffs. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Gonna blame the torture of my sister on someone else huh? Humans.”

“The last thing the Emperor wants is war with Tethe’alla,” Brighid insists hotly.

“And how can we trust that?” Mithos counters, though if he hadn’t said it Anna would have. She kind of hates that they’re on the same page, right now. Mithos spends so much time at odds with her that actually agreeing on something feels… Weird.

“I suppose you do only have my word,” Morag says, with a sigh. “But trust that I would not lie about my brother’s wishes.”

As soon as she says the word brother, Mithos relaxes an inch or so.

“Well, what do you want with us, then?” Anna demands, because even if Sylvarant didn’t want the cannon to fire that doesn’t change that Morag is here and has the authority to have them all arrested again, even if she doesn’t have quite the manpower to see the endeavor through successfully. (But then, they don’t call her and Brighid the most powerful driver and blade in Sylvarant for nothing.) “Because quite honestly if you aren’t planning to just turn around and pretend you never ran into us, we may have to do something drastic.”

She turns to send a look at Mithos, and he grins. His sword, for a moment, glows brighter.

“How about a truce?” Morag asks.

“A truce?” Mithos repeats, disgusted.

“We all want to see that the cannon doesn’t fire again, don’t we?” Brighid says, terse. “Even if for different reasons, it only makes sense for us to join forces, doesn’t it?”

“And what exactly would we gain from a truce?” Anna asks, wanting to get the terms settled before they make any kind of decision.

“Safe passage to the facility,” Morag answers, without hesitation. “Faster passage to the facility, along with as much of the Sylvaranti military you think you need to pull off your rescue.”

“We won’t need it,” Mithos says, and you know what? That’s fair. Anna doesn’t want to involve a bunch of military troops that could theoretically turn on them any minute, either.

“The Emperor’s full pardon,” Morag says.

“Don’t need that, either,” Mithos says.

“Actually, it wouldn’t hurt,” Anna argues. At Mithos’ glare, she adds: “I’m serious! Politics are a bitch, and-- listen. If the Emperor himself endorses us blowing up Sylvarant’s cannon, that’s... I mean that’s at least worth maybe talking to him about, if you can arrange that, Morag?”

“I can try,” she says.

“We can also provide you with somewhere to rest, if you’d like,” Brighid adds. “You look like you could use it.”

“Pass,” Mithos says.

“No, we’ll take it,” Anna interjects.

“Wh--” Mithos grabs her by the arm and yanks her both towards him and down so she’s more his height. “What are you doing?!” he hisses. “Why are you trusting-- oh.” He drops her arm, glaring. “Because you’re human, that’s why. Of course you just trust unthinkingly--”

“If you don’t like it, you can sleep outside,” Anna snaps at him. “But I think the rest of us could use a goddamn bed after what we just went through.”

“What we really need is to be somewhere safe,” Mithos counters, and maybe he’s got a point there, actually, but.

Anna nods over to where Lloyd is, still. She doesn’t need to say anything. Mithos follows her gaze and… his expression softens.

“Fine,” he says, then turns to Morag. “But if I even think there’s funny business going on I’ll kill the whole lot of you.”

Morag chuckles. “That’s understandable,” she says, then turns and makes her way out of the rubble. “When you are ready, let me know. Take your time.”

FOLLOWS UP THAT INCREDIBLE TAG WITH A TINY ONE

[summonerd]

Sheena's quiet the whole way back to the inn, sticking close to Lloyd's side. The conversation washes over her, lost in grief as she is, but she does her best to at least look like she's paying attention. Zelos's core crystal remains gripped tightly in her hand, the only thing she can focus on, its warmth and residual ether both fading as time pass in a way she hates.

When they do make it to the inn, she sits down hard on the closest bed, the tears she'd been forcing back threatening to spill over again now that she doesn't have to feign any kind of cohesion. Fuck. Fuck.

IT'S FINE IT'S FINE

[lovedbyorigin2]

Mithos hates to leave Kratos, really, but he's coherent, even if clearly having a horrible time right now. And this... is more important than Kratos, actually. Now seems like the best time for it, anyway.

So Mithos approaches Sheena.

"Hey," he says, distracted, kind of rough. "Sorry to bother you, but can I see Zelos' core crystal? Father shouldn't have damaged that, but I want to check, anyway." He hates being open, vulnerable, especially with a human, but Zelos seemed to like his driver well enough, and it's for Zelos that Mithos is here. "It'll just make me feel better, I guess. Give me an estimate on how long it's gonna take him before he's ready to come back, too. I'll... be quick, promise."

I AM TENDER?

[summonerd]

Sheena looks up at Mithos blankly for a moment, not quite processing what it is he's asking. She must look awful, worse than she'd really want anyone seeing her, but that's pretty far down on the list of things she cares about right now.

"Before he's--" she starts, and then stops as something clicks for her, and she doesn't make it all the way to a smile but she doesn't look quite so crushed as she had a moment ago. She wipes her face off on one sleeve, swallowing hard. "Here," she says, unfolding her other hand from around Zelos's core crystal to reveal it. There are pale lines on her palm, where the edges had dug into it.

MITHOS GETS HEAVY ON MAIN

[lovedbyorigin2]

"Thanks," Mithos says, gingerly taking Zelos' core crystal from Sheena. He turns it over in his hands, probing it gently with his own ether, pinging it for regular system checks. Zelos' ether doesn't feel sick, and there are no cracks or deformations on his crystal, so Zelos is probably okay. Mithos almost thinks thank the Architect before he remembers the Architect is exactly why they're in this mess to begin with.

"Yeah, he's fine," Mithos reports, handing Zelos' core crystal back to Sheena. "At least, he isn't damaged, which is what I was worried about. Father should know better than to play around with that much ether." Mithos scowls, trying to wrestle with the icy bitterness that rests in his core. His hands clench, unclench, clench again at his sides. "I mean, I'm glad he got us out of that mess, but there were definitely better ways to do that than just blowing Zelos up. He could have killed us. All of us. If I'd reacted just a second slower--"

Mithos breaks off, keeps glaring. More than angry, he feels betrayed. If Father wanted to help, why choose Zelos, instead of his son? Was it because he thought Zelos expendable?

Mithos isn't really sure he prefers that option. In fact, he's quite sure he doesn't.

"But maybe Father doesn't care about that," Mithos whispers, tired, furious. "I wouldn't be surprised."

WHEN'S THE FUCK GOD CLUB GETTING FOUNDED

[summonerd]

Sheena's careful when she takes Zelos's core crystal back, but her mind is fixed entirely on what Mithos just told her.

Okay. Zelos is going to be okay. Even if the memory of their link being pulled apart until it snapped is still haunting her - it's going to be fine. Zelos will be back; this isn't permanent. She lets out a slow, shaky breath, the worst of the weight lifting from her shoulders.

Mithos mentions his father - that's the Architect, right? Right - being the one responsible for what happened, and... okay, that makes more sense than Zelos just... exploding for no reason. But what the fuck? That doesn't sound like anything she's heard from the others about this world's god. Sheena frowns in confusion.

"I don't know why he did that, either," she says. Actually, she's not sure he was even really talking to her there. It's probably fine. "But-- thank you." She offers him a small smile, something still shaky but genuine. "For checking on Zelos, but for earlier, too." It hadn't hit her at all how close they'd all come to just being vaporized, but it sure is now. She shivers a little, turning Zelos's crystal over in her hands.

(MITHOS VOICE) RIGHT NOW

[lovedbyorigin2]

Mithos blinks, startled. "Y- You're welcome," he says. Then he scowls, tries to keep his face more nuetral. Sheena looks... relieved, though. That's good?

Mithos sends a look to Lloyd, who's been sitting on the floor, leaning up against Sheena's bed. The emotion bleed there is all relieved, too, and a little hopeful. And that makes sense, Mithos supposes, that they're both relieved, but-- did they not know blades just come back? He did that whole dying and coming back thing just a week ago, so the idea that they've forgotten is ludicrous, and he's about to point that out--

But he catches himself, his mouth still open, and throttles the sounds in his throat. He... really, really shouldn't.

He looks at Lloyd again. The relief that dulls the grief is like a breath of fresh air, though Lloyd still doesn't look... great.

"....are you okay, Lloyd?" Mithos asks, quiet, a touch concerned.

Lloyd is volunteering to make club t-shirts

[risingfalcon]

So the thing about watching the person you love die? It fucks you up. It fucks you up for life, honestly, an unforgettable memory that tucks itself away into the deepest corners of your mind and comes back to haunt you in every living moment you can let it.

The thing about watching his reflection die? The same reflection you’re currently fighting feelings for off with a stick? It only compounds the pain, a very weighty dagger twisting itself into a wound that’s only barely healed. Every time Lloyd blinks, the images of Zelos, either dead in his arms or not even visible, reverted into a core crystal after being killed by his own power - they flash in Lloyd’s mind, torturing him in silence. Dry, aching eyes stare blankly out in the world as he tries his best to cope, grief choking every word he could say and leaving them stuck in his larynx, shock coating everything in a layer of hopelessness and regret. Lloyd can barely find the strength to be awake right now, but the threat of nightmares keeps him from sleeping. The idea of talking just seems like a waste of time and energy, the words unable to be pushed out.

And maybe he doesn’t want to talk. Maybe he doesn’t wanna show just how close he is to losing his goddamn mind.

Because, here’s the thing: Mithos’ reminder that blades can come back to life sends relief through Lloyd’s heart, piercing through the grief like a light in the dark. It’s comforting enough where Lloyd feels like he could allow himself to wrap himself up in it and try desperately to put the pieces of his shattered stability back together. But something else knocks at his head, incessant and maddening, something Malos had told him ages ago, back when Lloyd had first landed in this world’s Meltokio.

“We return to our core crystal until someone comes around to wake us up again-- but, we do lose our memories when we return to our core crystals, so it's kind of like dying, I guess.”

So even though Lloyd rejoices in the fact that Zelos will live, that his flame wasn’t coldly snuffed out like Lloyd’s Zelos’ was, Lloyd is left mourning for the memories this Zelos won’t have, for the late nights and the conversations and everything that had been built up. Zelos isn’t dead, but their friendship is.

And Lloyd doesn’t know if he has the strength to try again.

(But then again, a small, hopeful part of Lloyd's mind refuses to surrender, Mithos had died, and he had kept his memory. Maybe there's still a chance.)

Mithos calls out to him, and Lloyd blinks, staring up at him, distant in mind and body, as he speaks. He’s not okay, that’s the answer, and even though he appreciates the wave of concern he feels from Mithos, Lloyd can’t find it in him to open his mouth and say it. Instead, he grabs his pack, finding a pencil and a piece of paper he can write on, and explains in writing.

Can’t talk, his messy scrawl reads. I’ll be fine.

oh HELL yes

[lovedbyorigin2]

Mithos blinks, considering first the note Lloyd handed him, then Lloyd himself. Chest heavy, slowly he smiles, pained but understanding. "Yeah, I get it," he says, quiet. He hands the paper back to Lloyd. "Kratos gets like that too."

Kratos is currently like that, actually. Damn. Whatever Lloyd feels about Zelos' pseudo-death must be... pretty awful, if it's made him nonverbal. Mithos sighs, long and slow. He's... pretty sure he's no further help here, though, and he checked on Zelos, which is all he came here for.

"I'm gonna go, then," Mithos says. He smiles at Lloyd, then at Sheena. A part of him wonders if Lloyd would appreciate a hug or a kiss on the head but that always helped Martel and never Kratos, and Mithos should err towards the Kratos side of Dealing With This, shouldn't he? Plus doing something like that would be... weird, he thinks, with Lloyd. As far as drivers go, Lloyd isn't bad at all, and Mithos wants nothing more than to see Lloyd recover. Physical affection is just... not something Mithos feels comfortable doing right now, and it's probably a bad idea, anyway. So. "If you need anything-- either of you. Just let me know, okay?" Mithos waves, gently, then heads out.

[presidentheartbeat]

ZELOS IS STILL DEAD CRAB RAVE