[ Sorry Aymeric, but it's free real estate and I want this. Not that Meteion did, ever, the emotional and mental pain of it all- on top of the overwhelming pain and shock her body is going through. That wetness of the blood clinging heavily to her clothes, unsure what she should do other than run. Would she not be unlike the creations back on Elpis..? How she would likely disperse into particles-- not like aether as they are mostly made with, it's different with a being mostly made of dynamis.
But, well, she's without her powers, and this is just that reminder of it. Her body is not the same it was before her arrival in the prism. And yet.. despite it all, the anguish, the suffering, the ever pounding ringing and drain of everything.. she still has that bit of hope. To hear Hermes, to see him, to see that hand extended out has more tears fall.
With Aymeric's help, she reaches for that hand to be taken into the safety that is her creator. Just a moment of safety, a moment of assurance. ]
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But, well, she's without her powers, and this is just that reminder of it. Her body is not the same it was before her arrival in the prism. And yet.. despite it all, the anguish, the suffering, the ever pounding ringing and drain of everything.. she still has that bit of hope. To hear Hermes, to see him, to see that hand extended out has more tears fall.
With Aymeric's help, she reaches for that hand to be taken into the safety that is her creator. Just a moment of safety, a moment of assurance. ]
I-I'm.. sorry, Hermes..