[Once she's made contact with his crystal Zelos shudders, then immediately reaches up for her wrist and holds her in place.]
"Don't think about anything," [he orders, closing his eyes as ether gathers at his fingertips, as he starts to push his conscious into an abstraction that will align with Sheena's ancient-feeling-ether, her foreign port.
He needs her to stay a focused and willing receptor for this to work. Newbie as she is, maybe Sheena will at least be capable of doing that, even if it's bound to be overwhelming. A memory transfer is a two-way road, after all, but maybe if he's careful he can keep his own information highway selective so as to not saturate her. So shyly, slowly, Zelos' ether presses at their link until he's sunken his conscious into it, until he's binding his and Sheena's mindspaces in a lesser, waking version of the Aegis dreamspace he can manipulate to his own will.
It's very similar to the blade network at first, that feeling like sinking into water, but there's no gentle hum of multiple lanes of information that surrounds him. There's only a steady, thumping beat around him, engulfing him--a human heart. Zelos opens his eyes, blinks away the darkness of their connection as he approaches a light, and--
He sees himself.
Lying on the floor, covered in a red liquid (but that's wrong, his ether is orange, and even if he were to bleed it wouldn't be liquefied at all because he's not a flesh eater, he's not--) and laughing like it's nothing, like it's triumph, his mirror image slowly expires before his eyes. Dread and grief stab into him deep enough to draw out more misery than he's ever felt before in his life. Slowly Zelos feels himself move, shaky and unsteady steps bringing him closer to the scene, and when a hand reaches forward towards his dying form he sees purple fabrics instead of black.
The mirror Zelos is speaking, but the Aegis can't hear his words. Weakness sprouts where anger dies, and Zelos feels himself collapse to his knees. Breathe, breathe. Just breathe. Focusing all of his attention to his other's lips, Zelos puts all his processing power in reading what he says, seeking context in any way, looking for information to parse--]
"To tell you the truth, I was getting pretty tired of living anyway."
[The images shut away in a bright flash of white light when he abruptly opens his eyes. The connection drops, leaving behind static in his ears as Zelos lets go of Sheena, as he stumbles backwards until his back hits the wall. Absently, vaguely, over the taste of static on his own tongue, Zelos wonders what Sheena saw in their connection, and if it was nearly as horrifying as this was for him.
Oh god what did I just write
"Don't think about anything," [he orders, closing his eyes as ether gathers at his fingertips, as he starts to push his conscious into an abstraction that will align with Sheena's ancient-feeling-ether, her foreign port.
He needs her to stay a focused and willing receptor for this to work. Newbie as she is, maybe Sheena will at least be capable of doing that, even if it's bound to be overwhelming. A memory transfer is a two-way road, after all, but maybe if he's careful he can keep his own information highway selective so as to not saturate her. So shyly, slowly, Zelos' ether presses at their link until he's sunken his conscious into it, until he's binding his and Sheena's mindspaces in a lesser, waking version of the Aegis dreamspace he can manipulate to his own will.
It's very similar to the blade network at first, that feeling like sinking into water, but there's no gentle hum of multiple lanes of information that surrounds him. There's only a steady, thumping beat around him, engulfing him--a human heart. Zelos opens his eyes, blinks away the darkness of their connection as he approaches a light, and--
He sees himself.
Lying on the floor, covered in a red liquid (but that's wrong, his ether is orange, and even if he were to bleed it wouldn't be liquefied at all because he's not a flesh eater, he's not--) and laughing like it's nothing, like it's triumph, his mirror image slowly expires before his eyes. Dread and grief stab into him deep enough to draw out more misery than he's ever felt before in his life. Slowly Zelos feels himself move, shaky and unsteady steps bringing him closer to the scene, and when a hand reaches forward towards his dying form he sees purple fabrics instead of black.
The mirror Zelos is speaking, but the Aegis can't hear his words. Weakness sprouts where anger dies, and Zelos feels himself collapse to his knees. Breathe, breathe. Just breathe. Focusing all of his attention to his other's lips, Zelos puts all his processing power in reading what he says, seeking context in any way, looking for information to parse--]
[The images shut away in a bright flash of white light when he abruptly opens his eyes. The connection drops, leaving behind static in his ears as Zelos lets go of Sheena, as he stumbles backwards until his back hits the wall. Absently, vaguely, over the taste of static on his own tongue, Zelos wonders what Sheena saw in their connection, and if it was nearly as horrifying as this was for him.
Because, this? What... what the fuck.]