( an eye goes wide at the scene— as her clones connect to damage dylas himself. as she watches him struggle to speak, for breath, she has to stop herself from reaching out to him. but watching that claw slice through his chest is enough to break her silence. )

Dylas! ( she cried, in conjunction with ales' scream, a hint of something in her voice. desperation? damn...
as the other man speaks, trying to talk some sense into the dylases, midna's ponytailed hand rushes forward in a telekentic attack, moving to try and grab at the calamity version, taking the offensive as the teensie does the opposite.

there's a hushed order she gives to her moogle as she tries to keep the fiend in her hairy, glowing grasp— which is losing its steam quickly. these illusionist abilities hardly compared to her true powers, even if they could mirror them at times.

as the attack looses its potency finally, the imp rises, having composed herself thanks to ales taking the reigns, her expression blank again, hoping that healing program was enough to at least curb the injury... just for a little while longer. hang in there, dylas... you idiot. )

Is all of it really a lie? Everything he's saying? ( as the clouds begin to dissipate, her eye is glued to dylas alone. ) You know neither of us here will take you seriously when you call yourself a monster, but the rest of it...

Is it such a terrible thing... to admit to being lonely?