The shadow. The shadow. That piece is wrong, impossibly wrong, if what seems to be happening here is actually happening. Both abilities can't exist at once, can they? Or was that something else she could do before?
Any hope of figuring this out is lost to him when she begins her transformation, because he's seen transformations before, but this is both one he recognises as a complete block to his own abilities and terrifying. Even aside from the physical shift, she radiates danger in that clear way that usually encourages him even further into chaos and violence - this is not the usual situation, though, not the three of them with newly regained powers and these two being people he has, for better or worse, allowed into his life and his heart.
He can't win, and he can't even fight. But his head is pulsating with the need for the latter, and it makes him double over as he seems to tear in half between his old craving for pure destruction and his new shadings of a moral compass.
Thank god for Connor bringing down the barrier. Those first words to him, he does hear them, and I'll check in reads almost as a warning. Don't get in trouble. Don't hurt people. Don't be the agent of disaster that you embody so naturally. Old resentments surging back with the old ability, only deepening the rift inside him, until he sprints out and misses the last.
Probably for the best. The final statement was far too close to a pointed don't burn anything that would only take him to an even uglier part of his past, one that never fully seemed to resolve itself here before the source disappeared. Like everyone does. Everyone but these two.
He runs and runs, all the way to Sigyn district and the home where Soushi bid him do all the damage he could manage - he's got to be gone by now too, right? Everyone leaves. So there's no problem with barging inside and starting a massive house fire with both systematic and utterly wild swipes of fire. It doesn't take long before he's laughing, loud and broken and insane, giving in to the need as completely as he knows he must.
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Any hope of figuring this out is lost to him when she begins her transformation, because he's seen transformations before, but this is both one he recognises as a complete block to his own abilities and terrifying. Even aside from the physical shift, she radiates danger in that clear way that usually encourages him even further into chaos and violence - this is not the usual situation, though, not the three of them with newly regained powers and these two being people he has, for better or worse, allowed into his life and his heart.
He can't win, and he can't even fight. But his head is pulsating with the need for the latter, and it makes him double over as he seems to tear in half between his old craving for pure destruction and his new shadings of a moral compass.
Thank god for Connor bringing down the barrier. Those first words to him, he does hear them, and I'll check in reads almost as a warning. Don't get in trouble. Don't hurt people. Don't be the agent of disaster that you embody so naturally. Old resentments surging back with the old ability, only deepening the rift inside him, until he sprints out and misses the last.
Probably for the best. The final statement was far too close to a pointed don't burn anything that would only take him to an even uglier part of his past, one that never fully seemed to resolve itself here before the source disappeared. Like everyone does. Everyone but these two.
He runs and runs, all the way to Sigyn district and the home where Soushi bid him do all the damage he could manage - he's got to be gone by now too, right? Everyone leaves. So there's no problem with barging inside and starting a massive house fire with both systematic and utterly wild swipes of fire. It doesn't take long before he's laughing, loud and broken and insane, giving in to the need as completely as he knows he must.