[ She had been willing to make that ultimate sacrifice at the end of the universe. For the good of the star and all the others. It wasn't necessarily out of any grand obligation and more so that was her own nature - Kind and caring. Of course it had hurt to press the button, especially seeing Ysayle's expression as she and the other scions had teleported one by one back to the Ragnarok, but it was for the best. She kept telling herself that.
And yet somehow, she'd survived. Only to face another challenge in Zenos, finally having the decisive battle that he'd craved and that she knew had been inevitable.
It was the hardest fight she had known and as she lay there collapsed, broken, and bleeding heavily at the end of the universe, she couldn't help but wonder if this was how it ended. Was she at peace? Did she have lingering regrets? The Miqo'te had always been so selfless that she rarely focused on herself and she truly didn't know. What was certain however, was as she lost consciousness her last thoughts lingered again on a particular Elezen woman and something twinged in her heart before darkness claimed her.
And so she floated in a limbo, dreamless and quiet and timeless.
It wasn't a gradual awakening. One moment she was in the black and the next she could feel the weight of blankets upon her, smell the tang of medicinal ointments in the air, the dull ache of her wounds. Even then it's still disorienting as she groans softly. ]
Nngh...
[ She can feel a hand on hers and her own fingers automatically curl and flex to hold on to that tether as she surfaces back into conscious thought and mismatched eyes flutter open. When she notices who is grasping her hand, she speaks softly and haltingly, voice unused for so long in her unconsciousness. ]
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And yet somehow, she'd survived. Only to face another challenge in Zenos, finally having the decisive battle that he'd craved and that she knew had been inevitable.
It was the hardest fight she had known and as she lay there collapsed, broken, and bleeding heavily at the end of the universe, she couldn't help but wonder if this was how it ended. Was she at peace? Did she have lingering regrets? The Miqo'te had always been so selfless that she rarely focused on herself and she truly didn't know. What was certain however, was as she lost consciousness her last thoughts lingered again on a particular Elezen woman and something twinged in her heart before darkness claimed her.
And so she floated in a limbo, dreamless and quiet and timeless.
It wasn't a gradual awakening. One moment she was in the black and the next she could feel the weight of blankets upon her, smell the tang of medicinal ointments in the air, the dull ache of her wounds. Even then it's still disorienting as she groans softly. ]
Nngh...
[ She can feel a hand on hers and her own fingers automatically curl and flex to hold on to that tether as she surfaces back into conscious thought and mismatched eyes flutter open. When she notices who is grasping her hand, she speaks softly and haltingly, voice unused for so long in her unconsciousness. ]
...Ysayle...?