[The Calamity snarls again, this time at Midna. In response to so many attacks at once in addition his leg scraped by the leg shot, he effortlessly flips Dylas over and uses him as a shield while Midna's attack connects. It scratches up the both of them in equal measure in the process. In the end, Midna's plan was successful, because Dylas' Calamity Self tossed him a few feet to the side so he could continue speaking.]
[Dylas pushes himself back into a crouch, his breathing rough an uneven from having his throat crushed those few seconds. When he hears that distorted voice speaking through its sniffles, he opens his mouth to yell, but all that comes out is a cough as he gaps for breath.]
—Y̡o̵u̧ ͟e͞nj̡oye͢d it̶? You ̛laughed ̵when͠ ̸ỳou͝ h͏u͠r̡t͝ ͡t̷ḩo͡s͢e m̷e͝n a̴t͟ t̷hè f҉estiv҉al! ̀Y͏ou̡ made ͏a̛ g͝ame ou̷t o͠f ̶it͏. ͠Y̴ou͞'̸r̸é ҉a҉ mon͘s͘t͟e̡r͡, y͞ou'r̵e ̢a ́mo̵nste͠r,̴ ͞you're a ͡mo͟n̛s̷te͘r̵!̛
[By the end, Dylas' calamity self has gone from crying to mocking Dylas with those repeating words, like a kid teasing another kid. Dylas can't take it, and he rushes forward, ready to put his Boost to good use.]
Shut your trap, dammit! Don't listen to him, none of this is true! It's never been true!
[And in response to that, the Calamity Dylas lifts his clawed hand and thrusts those claws directly into Dylas' chest without missing a single beat, stopping Dylas in his tracks as he looks down at the almost knife-like wound in his chest, sputtering.]
cw: blood and injury, i said this would be bad
W̡h̡y̢ ͝do̡n̨'̧t ̕yo̢u̡ ͏a͘sk h̸im̷ ̛yo̧ur̨se҉l͢f̴?͜ Nơ—Į'̵l̵l d̕o̕ it.͟ ͏W͜h̶y ͢d͏o͢n̢'t ̛you͘ op̛en up ̢t͢ǫ ͘pe͞ople ͝an͜y̴m̢o̢r͟e͝,͏ ͟D͝yl͘as? ̸Is̕ ̀i̷t b̀e̴c͟aúse—
[Dylas pushes himself back into a crouch, his breathing rough an uneven from having his throat crushed those few seconds. When he hears that distorted voice speaking through its sniffles, he opens his mouth to yell, but all that comes out is a cough as he gaps for breath.]
—Y̡o̵u̧ ͟e͞nj̡oye͢d it̶? You ̛laughed ̵when͠ ̸ỳou͝ h͏u͠r̡t͝ ͡t̷ḩo͡s͢e m̷e͝n a̴t͟ t̷hè f҉estiv҉al! ̀Y͏ou̡ made ͏a̛ g͝ame ou̷t o͠f ̶it͏. ͠Y̴ou͞'̸r̸é ҉a҉ mon͘s͘t͟e̡r͡, y͞ou'r̵e ̢a ́mo̵nste͠r,̴ ͞you're a ͡mo͟n̛s̷te͘r̵!̛
[By the end, Dylas' calamity self has gone from crying to mocking Dylas with those repeating words, like a kid teasing another kid. Dylas can't take it, and he rushes forward, ready to put his Boost to good use.]
Shut your trap, dammit! Don't listen to him, none of this is true! It's never been true!
[And in response to that, the Calamity Dylas lifts his clawed hand and thrusts those claws directly into Dylas' chest without missing a single beat, stopping Dylas in his tracks as he looks down at the almost knife-like wound in his chest, sputtering.]