When I had finished screaming, they charged in at me, demanding payment for the service they had provided me. For battling my former enemies, my current friends.
In my post-remembrance panic, I tried to flee, but they would not allow for that. They shattered the ground where I tried to hide as shadow, they sped in front of me when I tried to dash for an exit, they offered no escape, and no mercy.
They grabbed me by the arms, threw me to the ground, blasted me with all they had and trampled what was left. They laughed to see their glorious master mashed into paste beneath their feet, laughed that such a prideful creature would be reduced to such a wreck. They pulled me up, and had me watch as they held my team leaders above the bubbling lava, telling me that they were about to finish the mission I had given them. They told me that I would watch as they finally destroyed my archenemies, and then they would destroy me.
But they weren't my archenemies anymore, were they? I remembered why I hated them. I remembered why I wanted them dead. They denied me my happiness, they took away my glory, they took away everything. Or so I thought at the time. What would have happened if I had succeeded? Would I be happy in the darkness by myself? Would there be glory in ruling over a dead world? Would I even have anything left if I destroyed everything?
And as Brookie and Buddy opened their eyes and stared back at me, I asked myself, what had they given me in return for my murderous history with them? What had they given me as punishment for my sins?
The best days of my life. The best, most beautiful days of my life.
So I ended the battle.