Gallium and Telerium were waiting outside of a surgery room. Balisong was in critical condition. The surgery was taking too long. There were lots of doubts but only one certainty. Minerva died. And now there was no acting leader
But that wasn't their concern. What concerned them was the very fact that Balisong wasn't even flinching even when his arm was severed off him. Throughout all those countless hours he didn't even blink. The Chancellor was overseeing everything
"So. How did they he..."
"They...now...Chancellor" replied a physician coming out of the room
"What do you mean they?"
"Their semblance...It evolved far beyond what we projected the loss would make it to. We can not...determine a proper gender or...even a species at this point. It appears to be stabilizing but...we don't really think he should return to combat"
"Well, this team really is falling apart now"
Telerium was just looking, feeling impotent...
And just what do you think you are doing?! Mingling in my head again aren't you? What? You think this is some sort of book that you can just read without consequence? That you can play God and know everything about this place, about this planet? We are starting over with something else. You and I have somewhere else to go
The Chancellor and Gallium were waiting outside of a medical vessel. Balisong was stable. The surgery had just begun
But that wasn't their concern. Then Minerva came in
"So. How did they he..."
"They...now...Minerva" replied Telerium coming out of the room
"What do you mean they?"
"Their semblance...It is awaken"
"Well, this really is falling apart now"
No...This won't cut it. Will it? You just want to know my past? Well, I believe that you have heard this before somewhere else. If I'm going to have a past, I would rather have multiple choices
Gambit and Oracle were stuck inside of a classroom. Oracle was clinging onto Psyche's dead body
"I failed...I couldn't do anything but watch as he got struck by the bullets"
Hmm. This isn't really working now is it? How about we try something familiar?
Clean the floor. Sweep the halls. You're too slow. Hurry Up. Clock's Ticking. Do it faster, we don't have all day. FAILURE. You're no good. Your life is of no use. No one's ever loved you. FAILURE! Mop the stains. Change the sheets. Clean the clothes. Serve the food. FAILURE! Do my homework. Give me the answers. FAILURE!
Trying to find a deeper meaning? A hidden cryptic message? A double meaning keyword or a special phrase? A foreshadowing of something yet to happen?
So let me tell you a story. At the beginning, there was n̴o̴t̷h̴i̷n̶g̷ and then...There was light.L̷i̴k̸e̶ ̴i̶f̶ ̴t̸h̸e̸r̸e̵ ̵e̴v̴e̶r̷ ̸r̷e̵a̶l̸l̴y̵ ̴w̴i̴l̶l̶ ̶b̸e̸ ̴s̸u̶c̸h̴ ̷a̶ ̷t̶h̶i̴n̵g̶
Why are you still searching?! Do you really think you are going to find anything if you keep searching?!
Gambit and G̵̨̢̛̟̩̫̼̖̗̟̫͈̟͕̾͌̽̑̾̇̋̌̄̊͑͌̚̕a̷̡̮͍̜͔̫̜̹͔̯͉̘̣̯̬͋̈́͋̈́m̵̢̙̗͕͈̺̏̀̅͗̅̆̈́̚͜͝ͅb̴̛̙̺͍̗̭̓͂̓̋̌̓̇͜i̵̡̧͉̮̣̮͙̋͋͊͗̓̆̅̈̚͠ţ̵̛̹̲̘̻̋̀̃͊̀̈́̄̇͋͋̚̚͠͠ were waiting outside of A̷͚̍͛ ̷̬̞͍̽̈́͋͝p̶͇̏̏̀̌͜l̷̛̤͔͓͠a̴͈̾c̶͙̊e̴̼̹͆͌̚ ̷̝̰̏̈͐͝ṭ̵͋͝ĥ̴̨̠̩̣͗a̴̠̬̫͕̋͐t̷͔̘̋̾̂ ̶͖͇̮̬̿̀̋y̸͙̳͇̌o̸͐̑̍ͅư̷͖͖ ̴͚̜̹͒̄̆ḑ̸͂̾̌o̴͉̺̔̃͗n̶̺̤̣̄͠'̸̗̠͎̠̐͗͐t̵͇̮͐̀̎̒ ̶͚̜̦̑̔́ṇ̴̟͒͐è̸͉̙̒͂e̴̱̤̐̇̉d̷̻͉͖̓ ̸͖̪̠́̾̈͑t̵͉̭̓̇ô̷͔̻̂̂͝ ̴̣͒̑̇͜k̴͖̩̂͂̌͝ň̷̞̈́͘ȍ̶̡̯̂w̴̨͉̪̖̌̄͝ T̴̹̍͊̀̎h̶͚̓̔͝e̴̩̼̼͕̋ ̴̺̰͛͘͠͝s̸̠͇͑̄̓ͅḯ̴̫̟̬ẗ̷̩̞́u̶͖͒̿a̷̖͍̱̯͊̎̀̈́t̷̠͓͙͍͑̿͗̇ỉ̴̮͗̓͘o̸͙͋n̷̬͕̣̠̎̍ ̷̝̆̎̓͠w̵̦͌a̵̯͗̀̇͝s̷̗̰̳̰͊̓̈́͘ ̸̥̫͖̓p̵̬͚͂̚ả̴̹͔r̵̻͔͑̈́̐ṭ̶̗̎̋̊͛ͅï̸͕̑̈͝ç̴̘̼̋͝u̴̠̙̼̐̊̆͠l̸̥͎̉ã̴̺͙̹̩̃̉̚r̶̳̣̪̅̄ everyone died. Everything died. ̷̮͖̘͎̉̾͊
Ȧ̴̰̱̦̈́͊L̶̨͚͇͖̈́͆l̶̡̜̥͉̇̆͌ ̸̟̔̍́T̷̝̥̟̓H̷̩̗̫̑̀̀͂i̷̹̜̇͂̍͜N̴̨̡̠͚̓͌̅́ǵ̴̡̗S̸̞̫̱͛̈́͋̈́ ̷̛̌͊ͅm̴͓̜̣̞̉̿͛͗ũ̷̹̇͊͗S̶̖̔̓̊t̸͔͉̂ ̴̞̦̿̈́ͅḍ̴̨̊͌͜I̶͓̥̬̒̈̓ͅe̴̝͗̅̕͝
Then...there was a snap
"How is the subject doing?"
"Good. They appear to be accepting their new personality"
"Alright. Deploy them on Mistral. Once there...we can begin focusing on the rest of the Relics"
