... what the hell. So it's as he suspected. Maruki was perhaps not acting under his own volition—he was controlled by something else. Not Yaldabaoth, either, but a similar name. A Persona's name? The name of the Persona he awakened in the hospital, and on Christmas Eve?...
Drawing his tentacles back, he presses his fists furiously into the dirt. What difference does it make, anyway? There's nothing he can do to save the world. No way to save himself; nothing left to save. Even killing that thing that walks in his body won't save him. There's only—there's only—
The tiny light, golden and warm, growing by a hair here and there, pulses deep inside him, where only he knows of it. Summoning the last of his power, the Shadow disappears.
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Date: 2024-11-29 11:49 pm (UTC)Drawing his tentacles back, he presses his fists furiously into the dirt. What difference does it make, anyway? There's nothing he can do to save the world. No way to save himself; nothing left to save. Even killing that thing that walks in his body won't save him. There's only—there's only—
The tiny light, golden and warm, growing by a hair here and there, pulses deep inside him, where only he knows of it. Summoning the last of his power, the Shadow disappears.