A.N. Hi everybody, I know that the thunderstorm bit will probably be confusing, so in order to clear things up a bit im letting you know that it ties in with the as yet unposted end of Daisuke's snapshots. You will find out more about what's going on when chapter 50 comes out and Daisuke's story is done.
Gentle
How is it that something so gentle can be so fierce, I wonder, remembering Daisuke's face as we sealed the Maiden's Song. He had practically burned in our link, and his face had been so still, but his eyes were quite literally glowing in anger. He is normally such a calm, caring person, but in that moment I felt a fury the match of Krad's at Dark from him. I hope I never see Daisuke like that again. If he loses himself to a magic rage… the gentle person who befriended me and gave me a reason to live, might be lost forever. While there is a chance that I could call him back to himself through our link, I would rather not have to test that out.
Thunderstorm
Pain. Sorrow. Heartbroken regret. Desolation. Grief. Loneliness. Slammed into me through the mind link like a thunderbolt, almost knocking me over, Daisuke was hurting and alone, and apparently had lost control over the shields on his end of the link. Actually, from what I was feeling he seemed to have lost control over almost everything. I hurried to the outer door, and leaped into the storm, wings forming and spreading as I leaped. As fast as I could I winged my way towards the flame red figure in the stormy skies, magic sparking around him. The link was so flooded that I couldn't get through to him when I tried. I had a sinking feeling that I knew what had set my friend and partner off, probably he only just found out about the Haradas. I quickened my flight as the magic crackling around him grew stronger and wilder, and did something that was probably stupid if I took the time to think it over but there wasn't time at the moment. Darting in front of him I was grateful for the fact that he managed to talk me into lightning dodging, because with the amount of wild magic he was letting of I needed those reflexes. The reminder of my existence seemed to calm him some, as the magic he was throwing off faded into nothing. But still grief came over our link, and I matched his flight, recognizing it as a desperate attempt to let go of the chill and pain in his heart, and so I echoed his movements, to remind my friend, that I am here, that I care, in case he starts to loose himself to magic again.