Akane was only scarcely coherent of what was happening around her. Voices seemed muted and distant, as if her head had been plunged into a barrel of hot water that dulled everything else beyond the small circle of worried friends into an indistinct murmur. The healing magic had ensured that she would not die, and coupled with a stubborn willpower of her own not to ever give up on her goals, survival seemed likely.

If they were able to leave this place, that is.

She took comfort in the pressure of Tear's shoulder against her cheek as she panted for breath. Would that she had access to the morphogenetic fields, she could at least see the different histories that branched out from this moment, the way the world would soon be shaped based on the decisions made by these people at this exact time and place. But her powers were still denied to her. She couldn't even make use of the jobs she'd equipped, unable to speak or gesture. Her fingers twitched at the feel of someone's hand gently grasping hers, instinctively trying to hold back if not for the shattered bones that dug into her muscles.

However, there was yet one thing she could do with her very limited energy and awareness. At her side, the air rippled, and a second Akane appeared with a ghostly glow around her. The illusions she had at her disposal still worked, as far as she could tell, and she used that to communicate the feelings in her heart.

I'm okay, her illusion nodded once with a small smile. It's hard to speak or move right now, but I'm hanging in there. Don't worry about me! Just finish this fight and do what you need to do to save our worlds.

With that, the image faded as her concentration broke. She wasn't even really sure the fighting was finished; all she knew was that something felt incomplete, and she really couldn't put her finger on what that was.