The moment the Big Bang started, Jade had thrown himself down to shield Luke the best he could. Here, outside the physical restrictions of Crystallis, the younger man was once again susceptible to fonon separation. Any more strain on his body could be too much.
A hastily thrown up Magic Guard absorbed a part of the shockwave -- though Jade still had to grit his teeth through the pain. Once it was over, he managed to rise to his knees and looked around. There was no sign of Ventus.
Damn.
Sephiroth and Anise's words hit Jade harder than he wanted to admit. They were both on their last legs, looking to him for an answer, and he had none to offer. What could they do? Keep fighting until they all died? Would that end the memory, or would it just repeat itself again? Would they still come back if they died here? Without knowing that, Jade couldn't tell them to keep going and possibly get themselves killed for good. There had to be something else, if he could just think clearly...
It was only now that Nebilim seemed to take notice of the wound inflicted on her by Thanatos. She looked down at the blood dripping from her white coat, then crossed her hands as though in prayer. A soft blue glyph appeared beneath her feet as she cast a healing arte on herself.
But that couldn't be right. The replica had never bothered to heal itself... Jade shook his head, hand rising to his forehead. Was he still mixing them in his mind? One moment he was watching the violent monster of a replica he had created, the next his eyes told him it was the real Professor Nebilim. It was as though his memories had blurred together.
Memories...
Jade forced himself on his feet and took a few steps forward, staggering towards Nebilim. He said nothing until he was about to pass Sephiroth.
"...Sorry. Could you take care of Anise and Luke for just a bit longer?"
Nebilim had continued casting, though this time she wasn't preparing a healing arte. Jade kept walking, each step a little more resolute than the one before. There was a chance he was wrong about what he had to do, in which case he'd most likely die -- but fighting back had failed, and so had cold, hard logic. That left him with only one option.
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A hastily thrown up Magic Guard absorbed a part of the shockwave -- though Jade still had to grit his teeth through the pain. Once it was over, he managed to rise to his knees and looked around. There was no sign of Ventus.
Damn.
Sephiroth and Anise's words hit Jade harder than he wanted to admit. They were both on their last legs, looking to him for an answer, and he had none to offer. What could they do? Keep fighting until they all died? Would that end the memory, or would it just repeat itself again? Would they still come back if they died here? Without knowing that, Jade couldn't tell them to keep going and possibly get themselves killed for good. There had to be something else, if he could just think clearly...
It was only now that Nebilim seemed to take notice of the wound inflicted on her by Thanatos. She looked down at the blood dripping from her white coat, then crossed her hands as though in prayer. A soft blue glyph appeared beneath her feet as she cast a healing arte on herself.
But that couldn't be right. The replica had never bothered to heal itself... Jade shook his head, hand rising to his forehead. Was he still mixing them in his mind? One moment he was watching the violent monster of a replica he had created, the next his eyes told him it was the real Professor Nebilim. It was as though his memories had blurred together.
Memories...
Jade forced himself on his feet and took a few steps forward, staggering towards Nebilim. He said nothing until he was about to pass Sephiroth.
"...Sorry. Could you take care of Anise and Luke for just a bit longer?"
Nebilim had continued casting, though this time she wasn't preparing a healing arte. Jade kept walking, each step a little more resolute than the one before. There was a chance he was wrong about what he had to do, in which case he'd most likely die -- but fighting back had failed, and so had cold, hard logic. That left him with only one option.