There were things he'd never spoken about, things his Calamity Self had only begun to share with those who had been present for the confrontation, regarding his past. Yet as he stood there, listening to friendship speech after friendship speech, his blood boiled in his veins. Memories flooded back, images of torment and anguish and entrails and Light please make it stop-
"If you think that's what's best, think again," he stated, a hint of panic tainting his voice. "No way in hell can any of us allow that to happen!"
A girl's voice humming such a sickly sweet tune, toys placed in one place suddenly appearing in another location altogether, their advocate being devoured before their very eyes-- Empty halls and empty chambers, stark white disguising the decay. Yes, yes he could see why it would be appealing, to bring back the dead, and yet... he can't. It's too vivid, the tormented faces of those he'd both known and hadn't known, tormenting him from beyond the grave. Souls that had been fractured, lost, unusable and fragmented for the devices - reduced to dark shades of their former selves after their World's death.
He couldn't wish that fate on any, which was why he had so strongly advocated the healing of those souls lost to the Calamity. That this woman wanted a fate worse than death itself for all caused him to want to scream until his throat was hoarse, but he refrained - if only barely. No, that wouldn't help anyone now. Even as he harshly shouted through gritted teeth.
"I've seen what that kind of life does to a person - a little girl, forced to take upon the souls of all those in her world, twisted by her newfound immortality to the point she repeated the same mistakes others had done to her to countless worlds. Timelines and universes that ended because of her insatiable loneliness and curiosity for something new than a stagnant existence! You think for one second anyone in this group wants that?! To be driven insane to the point of willingly committing the gravest sins imaginable?!"
"I've had my share of learned helplessness at the hands of those who would play at gods over others' lives and souls. Of watching idiots play into the hands of people like you who have fallen so low into the darkness that you see no way beyond what you have been able to grasp in the shadows." With that said, his the anger and hate for his former captors fueling his rage even further as a similar darkness seemed to weave its way around his body, transforming his armor, reactivating his Dark Mode.
"May the darkness take you once more, your name and those who would defend such a pitiful existence be remembered as those... of a recusant."
Using his Dark Corridor ability to swiftly make his way through the crowd, ignoring the brief flicker of pain - for now it only seemed to blend together with the unheard screams of his very soul - he lunged forward with blade in hand. If Cloud couldn't reach the Black Crystal, he would at the very least aim to slice off the hand that held it aloft. Whether he had to go through the meatshield that was Jack or not.
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"If you think that's what's best, think again," he stated, a hint of panic tainting his voice. "No way in hell can any of us allow that to happen!"
A girl's voice humming such a sickly sweet tune, toys placed in one place suddenly appearing in another location altogether, their advocate being devoured before their very eyes-- Empty halls and empty chambers, stark white disguising the decay. Yes, yes he could see why it would be appealing, to bring back the dead, and yet... he can't. It's too vivid, the tormented faces of those he'd both known and hadn't known, tormenting him from beyond the grave. Souls that had been fractured, lost, unusable and fragmented for the devices - reduced to dark shades of their former selves after their World's death.
He couldn't wish that fate on any, which was why he had so strongly advocated the healing of those souls lost to the Calamity. That this woman wanted a fate worse than death itself for all caused him to want to scream until his throat was hoarse, but he refrained - if only barely. No, that wouldn't help anyone now. Even as he harshly shouted through gritted teeth.
"I've seen what that kind of life does to a person - a little girl, forced to take upon the souls of all those in her world, twisted by her newfound immortality to the point she repeated the same mistakes others had done to her to countless worlds. Timelines and universes that ended because of her insatiable loneliness and curiosity for something new than a stagnant existence! You think for one second anyone in this group wants that?! To be driven insane to the point of willingly committing the gravest sins imaginable?!"
"I've had my share of learned helplessness at the hands of those who would play at gods over others' lives and souls. Of watching idiots play into the hands of people like you who have fallen so low into the darkness that you see no way beyond what you have been able to grasp in the shadows." With that said, his the anger and hate for his former captors fueling his rage even further as a similar darkness seemed to weave its way around his body, transforming his armor, reactivating his Dark Mode.
"May the darkness take you once more, your name and those who would defend such a pitiful existence be remembered as those... of a recusant."
Using his Dark Corridor ability to swiftly make his way through the crowd, ignoring the brief flicker of pain - for now it only seemed to blend together with the unheard screams of his very soul - he lunged forward with blade in hand. If Cloud couldn't reach the Black Crystal, he would at the very least aim to slice off the hand that held it aloft. Whether he had to go through the meatshield that was Jack or not.