He flinches away from the touch on instinct. With all the fire and noise and battle, he's left himself too open, too busy panicking, an attacker got in, he shouldn't have left his defenses down--
It's Sans. He stares at the skeleton, chest heaving too fast. He told Sans to take him out, if he got like this. The monster has killed before, he could do it again. Maybe he deserves it? He doesn't know, he doesn't know anymore, if it happened right now could he even stop it, would he even want to?
Instead, he feels the golden stone put into his hand. It's warm to his touch, something he'd craved without ever realizing he was cold. His breathing begins to even out, just a little. The gem is so small, but there's so much in it. It's cramped in there--it wants to be let out, to be where it belongs again.
His fingers curl around it. He looks to Sans, then to Blanche. Then to Luce and Doctor. To Meril and the senshi. He's so confused, and afraid. He doesn't understand, doesn't know who to trust, least of all himself. But this gem in his hands, it's not capable of lying to him. He can sense that much.
The memories hit him. Of gemstones and the people they belong to, their inherent power, everything that makes them real, their incredible power. The Crystal Gems. Beings of indescribable grace and magic and strength, and nothing without the rock containing them. He's always felt so separated from them in that way, truly an outsider, but here he is, holding his own gem in his hands. For all his magic and esteem, it's just the same; without this, he's nothing at all.
The warmth in his hands grows, escalating to an immense heat that never burns him. The stone's light grows, light pouring out of it and in through him, casting away the last of the shadows poured into him.
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It's Sans. He stares at the skeleton, chest heaving too fast. He told Sans to take him out, if he got like this. The monster has killed before, he could do it again. Maybe he deserves it? He doesn't know, he doesn't know anymore, if it happened right now could he even stop it, would he even want to?
Instead, he feels the golden stone put into his hand. It's warm to his touch, something he'd craved without ever realizing he was cold. His breathing begins to even out, just a little. The gem is so small, but there's so much in it. It's cramped in there--it wants to be let out, to be where it belongs again.
His fingers curl around it. He looks to Sans, then to Blanche. Then to Luce and Doctor. To Meril and the senshi. He's so confused, and afraid. He doesn't understand, doesn't know who to trust, least of all himself. But this gem in his hands, it's not capable of lying to him. He can sense that much.
The memories hit him. Of gemstones and the people they belong to, their inherent power, everything that makes them real, their incredible power. The Crystal Gems. Beings of indescribable grace and magic and strength, and nothing without the rock containing them. He's always felt so separated from them in that way, truly an outsider, but here he is, holding his own gem in his hands. For all his magic and esteem, it's just the same; without this, he's nothing at all.
The warmth in his hands grows, escalating to an immense heat that never burns him. The stone's light grows, light pouring out of it and in through him, casting away the last of the shadows poured into him.