[there's no time to react. or maybe he doesn't want to. even if it's a trap, just another minute, another second, another moment... wasn't it worth it?
wasn't it?
but as he's pulled up, the chain tightening, the scent all but choking him, he sees his mistake. it hadn't been a memory. the one running with her, pulling her away from him isn't his childhood self.
it's the replica.
he screams, struggling against his restraints, the fury, betrayal, and aching loss of his cry carrying throughout.]
NATALIA!
[he grapples wildly, strength surging with adrenaline, for his sword to cut himself free, even as the flowers pull him in. he can't stop. not here. not now.]
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wasn't it?
but as he's pulled up, the chain tightening, the scent all but choking him, he sees his mistake. it hadn't been a memory. the one running with her, pulling her away from him isn't his childhood self.
it's the replica.
he screams, struggling against his restraints, the fury, betrayal, and aching loss of his cry carrying throughout.]
NATALIA!
[he grapples wildly, strength surging with adrenaline, for his sword to cut himself free, even as the flowers pull him in. he can't stop. not here. not now.]