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"Dilly dally shilly shally why won't this stupid soul stick together already?!"
Sound?
"This. Is. Ridiculous! Why couldn't you just let me save you? That way, I wouldn't have to piece together every little itty bitty fragment of your heart. The pieces I could find, that is! About half your essence corroded when you pushed me away!"
Loud.
"Why am I even yelling at you like you'll miraculously return to existence? You're not even whole. Never will be again."
Never?
Incomplete?
Imperfect?
Forever?
"D-Did it get colder in here? Why do I get the feeling that something's coming for my jewel?"
Cold.
"W-Who's there?"
So… cold…
"It can't be… WHOO-HOO, I saved his soul! Take that, Uxie!"
Freezing…
"Hang in there! I'll fill you up with your memories, okay? Don't go into the light yet!"
Light. Calling.
"Uh… okay! Your heart's fixed! I think! With your memories returned, how are you feeling?"
Feel… warm.
Full.
Feel complete.
"Good, good. Take a moment to remember who you are. Remember the people most precious to you. How does that make you feel?"
Feel?
Compassion. Empathy. Intimacy. Happiness.
"Wonderful! Go on."
Precious?
Family.
Protection. Belonging. Cherish. Love.
Love? Family?
No.
Untrustworthy. Unstable. Unreliable.
"Uh-oh."
Cold.
Despair.
So cold.
Envy. Hatred. Sorrow. Rage. Pain
IT
HURTS
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nOThiNG
NOthINg
"N-No, don't go yet! Stay with me!"
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"CYRUS!"
scared. someone… help…
Please…
"Shh, I'm right here. That's your name, Cyrus. Please remember who you are."
Remember… who Cyrus is? Who Cyrus used to be…?
Cyrus…
My name…
I…
I betrayed those closest to me. I lost my mind, my home, and my future. During that dark and stormy night, I jumped off the cliff and ended my own life.
I am dead.
But I still feel. I feel cold and empty and hurt. I want to feel numb. I want to disappear.
Those soft arms wrap around me, swaddling me in a gentle, compassionate cocoon. Like a newborn drawn to his mother's voice, I surrender to the tenderness. Crave it. My stomach hungers for the smallest morsel of love.
As I am held, love warms the void within me. Kindness nourishes my ravaged throat. Reduced to a parasite, I selfishly yearn for more. More attention. More warmth. More love.
Then rationale comes back as a swift slap across the face. Fog lifts from my fevered brain. All lofty pretenses conjured by these vacuous sentimentalities wash away to cold indifference.
Because right before me is that loathsome, wretched Pokemon. The physical embodiment of everything I despise.
Heh. Ehehe…
Do you hear my heart now, Mesprit? Do you hear how it thirsts for your blood?
"U-Uh… Cyrus, you might want to calm down a little bit. You're getting a little… corrupted."
Your flesh calls to me, dear Mesprit. It screams to be silenced. With my claws, I will snap your neck. With my fangs, I will take all that you have taken from me.
At last we meet again, my beloved Guardian of Emotion. This time, however, you will remember me as your executioner.