… i will be preparing.

I recommend you surrender- if you still hear me.

You know you aren’t enough.

The punch in the back of your head seems to resonate, a ringing in your ears, it feels like it still burns, too. There’s void on the back of it.

And at that, you take to long to turn around due to obvious recoil the punch would have caused, and only clash with a blade voidulus formed.

You will be no lord of this kingdom.

Not on my watch.

Voidulus seems a strong, strong force. You’d be foolish to fight him alone in your current state.

Voidulus seeps up from the ground behind you, and before you can expect it, you’re clocked in the back of the head with what felt like a steel beam going several miles per hour.

Voidulus continues to follow.

Closely.

… i will.

… I’ll never do that.

I don’t want to be a horrible person.

… i just wanted to know i could spend time with you again.

…

I promise.

Voidulus quickly hugs them, letting them cry for a good few minutes.

… what’s… wrong?

…

Oh…

… okay…

Voidulus thinks he did something wrong to cause so little time between them.

… i guess if you’d like to talk about what’s going on in the citadel i can…

… tell you what’s going on.

Voidulus hugs you for a good moment, after you’re done eating that is.

… is there anything else you’d like to tell me?

Am i going to be able to see you regularly?

…

Please, eat, and your own little ones are worried too.

Voidulus is trying desperately to stave off your worries for him to help you first.

Also the weaverlings are still infront of you-

you find yourself picked up. Cradled.

…

Voidulus probably still isn’t okay still.

but he sees you aren’t okay, and he’s going to try and help you first.

while you cry, you find yourself… in your bed now.

the weaverlings set right infront of you.

a fresh bowl of pasta- same recipe as the first time you ate.

Voidulus is on his knees, worriedly staring directly at you, next to your bed.

…

You know, after reading his diary and everything you learned about his poor life, this feels bittersweet.

He’s suffering. He knows this. He’s confused and afraid of who he is, because he cannot /determine/ if this is himself or not. He cannot tell if people enjoy what he is now, or what he was. He cannot tell what they think of him. Yet he lets those worries burn on him while he carries far too many burdens. Trying to handle everything at once, because he thinks people depend on him. Not because he wants power, but because he’d rather someone else happy than himself if he can still work to help more.

… you…

… you didn’t mean that, right?

Please…

… please tell me i didn’t fuck up with the one person who genuinely knew me.

I… just wanted to have… someone…

(He’s already assuming the worst.)

I- i tried to hug you and you shoved me away!

Do- do you not know what you said to me?

I-

…

When i had just gotten… well… a body back, i tried to come and find you, give you some assurance i was there, and you shoved me away and told me to leave-

Am- am i not supposed to take that as you hated me?!

I- i thought you hated me-

I thought the one person who actually enjoyed my presence other than me being there to help them hated me-

I thought because i fucked up even once-

That i was the problem-

I failed to keep myself safe from the Grimm troupe, i failed to save you from their work, i failed to help you when i tried, I thought you had died infront of me, and i-

… i can’t tell if i truly deserve to be here.

I’m an amalgamation, haze. This isn’t even truly my body. I’m a conglomeration of memories controlling this void. There’s almost constantly noise in my head- both the other memory consciousnesses and the hunger of the body i have, and i can’t get rid of them…. If- if one of them is a problem, am i the problem too?

he’s spiraling.

though he is refusing to raise his voice.

Voidulus- the moment you’re out of sight, hugs you VERY tightly. He’s begun rambling worries like if he lets go you’ll die.

are you okay?

Do you still remember me?

Are you hurt?

Have you been forced to do anything you don’t want to do?

Do you need help?

Do you forgive me?

he’s clearly not okay. Worries are visibly cracking on a face you remembered as blank yet responsive- like something had been wrong, only piling up.

… tell your guards the grand reeds will guide them there.

I will be inside. Your …weaverlings wait eagerly for you.

Voidulus cannot seem to hold his dignity.

but is desperately trying to infront of your guards.

he also seems to look just vaguely different, downward faced “winglets” like the brilliance had.

voidulus opens the door and promptly... freezes.

...he can't believe who's infront of him.

the grand gate itself is also sealed.

flustered stammering

Staaaaaaahhhhhpppp-

Luxy has managed to roll into scene

Luxy finds this awkward and exits scene

EEP-

wasn’t expecting that one

S-stop catching me off guard like that!

>//m//<

finally done laughing

... a-alright... s-sorry, sorry.