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[Endgame: rise or DROWN]
[How long have you been exploring Nessa's palace now? You've met her family, viewed her memories, learned how to fight as a witch and tried to find the source of her power and the Treasure of her palace: the Voidheart. And along the way, you've tired your best, with mixed success, to avoid the incarnation of her eldest cousin and the representation of her trauma and fear, the Nightmare of Esmau.]
[Wherever you are in the Palace right now, you feel the ground briefly shake under your feet. Little shakes here and there haven't been out of the ordinary - Esmau is trying to blow the place down to the studs, after all. But that felt different. That felt....worse.]
[Your phone beeps as you receive a message.]
[Wherever you are in the Palace right now, you feel the ground briefly shake under your feet. Little shakes here and there haven't been out of the ordinary - Esmau is trying to blow the place down to the studs, after all. But that felt different. That felt....worse.]
[Your phone beeps as you receive a message.]
[DROWN] @minato [DROWN]
You force yourself up. You feel heat off to your side. You look in that direction. You gasp as you see it - the car, turned on its side. Your parents still inside. The flames moving towards them. Threatening to swallow them.
You try to raise a hand towards her. Your arms are so heavy. Your legs won't move. You try to crawl towards her.
She sees you. She manages to smile at you. You feel a huge weight in your stomach. You can't comprehend it in this moment, but somehow, your heart knows - she's already accepted it.
She says one word to you.
"Live."
You try one more time to reach for her as the flames consume her.
You can't reach her.
You won't reach her.
No matter how many times you try.
DROWN.]
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It's a scene he's seen plenty of times in his nightmares, that's for sure. It's a heavy weight, a painful feeling, an ache of what he could have had if only they'd survived like he did--
It's not a shocking memory, but the ache is sharp nonetheless. And even worse... his mother had told him to live. Her last word, the last thing she could say, and yet...
He's sorry. That's what he knows. He can't drown here, he can't let this drag him down to the depths. But for just a moment-- ]
... Sorry, mom.
[ --for just a moment, he's sorry he couldn't do that much for her, and for his father. ]