"It wouldn't be any less worrying..." For example, she still had the desire to admonish Minato for so readily offering himself, despite following along in doing the exact same thing. It did little to ease the embrace of anxiety within her, awaiting the instant time would move again for those frozen, but cease for themselves.
Yet gratitude was still prominent in the faint smile that lingered upon her lips. There was no reason for Shakyamuni and the Calamity to go this far in bestowing peace of mind, this last glimpse of the people they would be leaving behind. There was no reason for the last gift of reassurance, which was what allowed her to breathe more evenly as she contemplated the 'miracle' their deaths would create.
"... Sound is a constant, regardless of world. A person could bring a melody from their world to another, and will find they can still replicate it perfectly." Voice soft, faint memories of all the songs she had heard from other Heroes echoed soothingly in her mind.
"There are melodies that exist across multiple worlds, all carrying the same emotions. Sometimes there are variations, even among its people, but it all has the capacity to evoke power... But for that to happen, the melodies need to be passed on, and if necessary, evolve. Death doesn't mean they disappear, because even then new melodies can still be created..."
Looking to the others, the melodist couldn't keep herself from wondering what new world their melodies would create. Though she didn't know everything about any of them, what she could understand was the emotions they now all held, bolstered by a mutual wish, and the journey that brought them all to this point. Now they had the promise of rebirth... more importantly, the chance at reunion.
However, she tugged on Minato's hand still in hers, a brief sound somewhere between sob and laughter escaping after his statement. "Right..." With that, Mystearica at last closed her eyes.
"... When the time comes, let's meet again, and create new Melodies when we do." Slowly, she began to hum Theme of the Crystals—the first melody of this world she had ever learned.
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Yet gratitude was still prominent in the faint smile that lingered upon her lips. There was no reason for Shakyamuni and the Calamity to go this far in bestowing peace of mind, this last glimpse of the people they would be leaving behind. There was no reason for the last gift of reassurance, which was what allowed her to breathe more evenly as she contemplated the 'miracle' their deaths would create.
"... Sound is a constant, regardless of world. A person could bring a melody from their world to another, and will find they can still replicate it perfectly." Voice soft, faint memories of all the songs she had heard from other Heroes echoed soothingly in her mind.
"There are melodies that exist across multiple worlds, all carrying the same emotions. Sometimes there are variations, even among its people, but it all has the capacity to evoke power... But for that to happen, the melodies need to be passed on, and if necessary, evolve. Death doesn't mean they disappear, because even then new melodies can still be created..."
Looking to the others, the melodist couldn't keep herself from wondering what new world their melodies would create. Though she didn't know everything about any of them, what she could understand was the emotions they now all held, bolstered by a mutual wish, and the journey that brought them all to this point. Now they had the promise of rebirth... more importantly, the chance at reunion.
However, she tugged on Minato's hand still in hers, a brief sound somewhere between sob and laughter escaping after his statement. "Right..." With that, Mystearica at last closed her eyes.
"... When the time comes, let's meet again, and create new Melodies when we do." Slowly, she began to hum Theme of the Crystals—the first melody of this world she had ever learned.