[ Half blind, Meiling took all the coaxing she could get to lead her back to the group. There was a moment of severe panic when the copy of Flandre disappeared like that out of the new barrier, but when she turned swiftly she saw that it was just that — a copy, and not the real thing. It still stung on some level, to see it happening, so she clung to everyone ever tighter because of it.
She told herself that she would not cry when she was useless. She would take in that weakness and make herself stronger because unlike the relative comfort and peace of home, Mayfield was a nightmare. Its peace was only there to accent the trials and hardships they faced when the powers-that-be decided that everyone was having too much fun. That's the way she saw it. That's what pushed her to be strong for the others, just like today.
It was no longer that any one of the group were weaker than the others. Patchouli showed herself to eliminate the doubts that Meiling might have expressed at one point, and Remilia had let some of her true nature show. Even Flandre's instincts were obviously there, cutting through what could have been seen as an innocent, oblivious, ignorant facade... which isn't to say it was untrue, just that right now she could move past it. To act on those instincts.
But it wouldn't help them. Not in the end. Their combined resistance, and the help of those around them who worked to beat away the drones and keep on pressing forward — it was all in vain. ]
[ So why couldn't she be sad for them? ] We did... our best. [ It's true, isn't it? Even as the void collided with and swallowed their last defense whole, she looked to each of them and tried to smile. ] We stayed together. [ Her grip tightened and a tremor shook her. Fear, yes, but also stronger emotions, like loyalty and love. ] I'll see all of you... on that other side—
no subject
She told herself that she would not cry when she was useless. She would take in that weakness and make herself stronger because unlike the relative comfort and peace of home, Mayfield was a nightmare. Its peace was only there to accent the trials and hardships they faced when the powers-that-be decided that everyone was having too much fun. That's the way she saw it. That's what pushed her to be strong for the others, just like today.
It was no longer that any one of the group were weaker than the others. Patchouli showed herself to eliminate the doubts that Meiling might have expressed at one point, and Remilia had let some of her true nature show. Even Flandre's instincts were obviously there, cutting through what could have been seen as an innocent, oblivious, ignorant facade... which isn't to say it was untrue, just that right now she could move past it. To act on those instincts.
But it wouldn't help them. Not in the end. Their combined resistance, and the help of those around them who worked to beat away the drones and keep on pressing forward — it was all in vain. ]
[ So why couldn't she be sad for them? ] We did... our best. [ It's true, isn't it? Even as the void collided with and swallowed their last defense whole, she looked to each of them and tried to smile. ] We stayed together. [ Her grip tightened and a tremor shook her. Fear, yes, but also stronger emotions, like loyalty and love. ] I'll see all of you... on that other side—