A/N: In which Jellal watches some of Erza's memories.
Looking back, deciding to watch some of Erza's memories clearly hadn't been the right choice.
He grit his teeth in agony as he watched her body being knocked down yet again, Azuma's attacks relentless. He remembered this, this fight…from so many years ago, whilst he had been locked up in prison. There had been a tugging in his soul, a whisper of a plea. A whisper that sounded uncannily like Erza. He remembered praying quietly that she would gather whatever strength she needed, and that she would take out whoever and whatever was in her way. Now, he knew it had been Azuma she had been battling.
He watched as she came back from a near-death, letting loose a rabid warcry as she charged towards the much larger man. He knew, of course, how the battle would end, considering the fiery redhead was here with him today, but that didn't stop the sharp, piercing fear shoot through him.
As he set aside the memory contraption after witnessing Erza rip through the man with conviction, he shifted around under the bed sheets until he was comfortable yet again, wrapping himself up with the silken cloths.
Even though he felt guilt at not being there for all the times she was in danger, he couldn't stop the small smile of pride that curved his lips upwards. Yes, his Scarlet was full of conviction and passion, and her memories proved that.