( the shift in aura is stifling, causing midna to wince as she watches, feeling more helpless than ever at dylas' suffering. maybe it hit a little too close to home, as someone that also felt she had the weight of her own sins to bear, believing she too had to endure it alone...

there isn't an immediate response to ales' question, probably because she doesn't know the answer. instead, she activated her master of illusions ability, attempting to bend the light and shadow around the teensie, hoping to render him invisible to dylas' rage. )

Get out of here, find that moogle I sent away! I'll distract him!

( her pointed gaze is back on the real dylas again, though she addresses what the calamity version has to say. her teeth are pressed together tightly, to avoid any chattering from the sudden cold in the air around them.

they were all idiots. the inhabitants of this world, the heroes of light, the two of them that had come here to help... but especially dylas. the king of the idiots.

perhaps he needed a queen. )

If he wanted to thank me so badly, he can do it himself! I have no desire to hear it from you!