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[personal profile] naeddre 2024-03-13 11:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[well she can't cut her arm off with her own arm so this is USELESS to me

it's fine. she's going to try to rip the arm off anyway, break it against the wall, against the floor, stand on it and pull. however she can, not making a sound, staring claude directly in the eye.]
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[personal profile] verminous 2024-03-13 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[With some effort... this is manageable, actually. The procedure is still somewhat freshly done; she's healed, but it's new. Eventually, as he meets her eyes the entire time, unmoving, Throné rips off her own arm to free herself from it. It hurts the entire time-- it's still part of her, it still bleeds, it still hurts. It's like a fox gnawing off her own leg to free herself from a trap.

He smiles again.

Then she finds out why, as it regenerates and grows anew right from the point where she tore it free.]
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[personal profile] naeddre 2024-03-14 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
[you have not played octopath so you don't know how symbolically accurate this is, but. boy howdy.

by the end, she's gasping, dripping blood, dizzy with the pain - and then it just... grows back. it just comes back, and she watches it happen with an amount of despair that she can't contain.

the fact that you're alive is proof that you're the best of them all. your journey was all part of the process... my little seed.

she looks at him. and she just - screams, just lets out a noise that is absolutely devastated.]
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[personal profile] verminous 2024-03-14 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
[She screams, and he hardly reacts-- not even to that devastation, that despair. All he says is:

"Now do you understand? You won't try that again, will you."]
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[personal profile] naeddre 2024-03-14 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
[she drags in a breath. and throws herself at him, with another little shriek. die.]
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[personal profile] verminous 2024-03-14 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
[She throws herself at him, and he looks at her in shock as her arm contorts and shoots right through him, blood leaking from the hole she's just pierced in his body.

He takes in a breath. He laughs.

And as he dies, something shifts again. She's cracked something, by killing him, and golden light seeps through those cracks; they open further, light growing brighter, until it blinds her too much for her to see.

But she hears the door open. The warmth will guide her forward.]