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[ Nyx Ulric slipping from her grasp is like a sun blinking out, her skyline gone suddenly dark, her world gone suddenly cold. It knifes through her, and after a moment of shocked, numb, silence: she starts the vibrate. An earthquake of anger and pain, electricity crackling off of her as her thoughts explode outward.

To call the noise echoing out of her any kind of language would be a gross exaggeration, it is merely a series of ocean's deep lamentations, reverberating throughout the immensity of her. Up from the magma at her core, through the cavernous, lightless space that is her consciousness beyond the shell of She. ]

( Fucking--W͙͇͕̠͈̅ͭi̺̟̩̼͙̮̞̎ͮ̉ͪ̆ͨ͟ț̰̙͌͡h̢̯̹̃ͮ̈́o̩̼̟͚͍̾̔̃͆u͆̊ͤ̾̏t͕͎̞̳̙̙͔̓ͫ̒ ͔͋̐̿̓̊ͩ͛l̮̝̘̼ͩ́i͕̰̠ͦ̐͢g̘̬̺̜̓h̲͖͇̜͇͓͓̊̒͛t͈͉͈̹̫͖ͤ̔͒̍͊ ̠̤̫̄̈́ͯͣͦw͙̺̯̰̔͆̊͗̐̊̍i̻̽̋t͐̓̀̉̿ͮ͐ḧ̰̲̲̼́̒ͥͪ̋ͯ̈͜o̩ͮut̐ͦ̂ͭ̈͘ ̰̝̪̹̩͔̱̃͛͌͋̈́̀h̴̝ͯ̎ͥͯḛ̪̤̫͚ͅͅa̱̦̩͔̺̪ͪ͊̓͗̊ͅtͬ͛̓͌̇̓͜ Son of a cunt-fucking maggot-- S̲̜͈̜̲u̱f̨̥̥̳͍͖̝͈f̵͇̪̼̝͎e̡͕̫̯r҉͕̪͎̹͎ Don't you dare leave me with this, L͖͍̝̠̝͎̾͛ͤo͉̘̖͚͉̳͋̎̍̂ͅś̝ṥ̤̗̊ͤ͗̑͘ you worthless-- Fuck. C̢̩̝̳̫͖̗̆o̖̰͍̱ͨ̃͡m̴͍̫̤̰͓͓̠̋͂͊ͮ̑̆̚ë͖̟̩͙̻̦̬́̆̽ ̬̯̓̅ͮ̽͑b͖̣̒͌͂ͣ͘ả̶͖̮̂̔̂̓̍̒ͅc̝͍̼̩̻̒k̮̤̪̺̋̓̓̈́-- Don't come back, don't come-- A̴̪̯̭̯͓ͦ̾͋̍̔̾̚b̜͘s͗͋ͤͫ͊̀ơ̙̙͔͚̼̹ͦͨ̓̉r̸ͥ̐͛̿̌ͨb̻̥͇̝̊̀̈ͪͭ ̨̲̥́ͭͣͫt̙ͦͩ̏h͎ͬ̚ẽ̱͉͕̥̮̂ͅ ̇̉͗͗bͥ̅͋ͧ̎̂͟o͙ͤͥ̈ͤͣn̰̮͙͓̥͈̞ͩ̍̓͂͋̓e̶̻̋̀͛s̻͔̭̜̽ͨͅ. Fuck.
Fuck fuck-- )

[ Dripping colors and fury, a base shaken. ]

( Nyx. Ņ̘̩͖̙̪͓̔ͮ͋ͤͣͮy̶͎͑̾́ͪ̾x̦̹̳̱ͮ́̋̿̆̃̀͘. Nyx. )

[ ...It takes its time, but eventually her wounded presence slithers off, a poisonous trail of brack and blood in its wake. ]

[ Somewhere in the physical world, she shows little of her internal distress. Still as stone in her robes staring out into the distance, jaw grit, fists clenched. ]

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( Annie? What the Hell? )

[ This is weird and different and not what she expected from someone she has reluctantly considered a friend. She vaguely remembers Nyx, but... this is different and strange and it reminds her far too much of the time when an alien presence dipped itself into her head and tore out whatever it wanted. ]

[ The knotted tendrils of Annie's emotions squirm, flexing tight and releasing again. It creates a thunderous heartbeat that vibrates everything with each thunder crack. ]

( -- I -- liked that one. )

[ The concept of 'I' lacks singularity, a prism of multitudes. ]

( It poured its war through me, tore through magma and starlight, exultant in despair-- )

[ The words are a gleaming liquid of many colors, an expression of the mark that Nyx Ulric had left upon her mind. ]

[ Asuka wants to clap her hands over ears and shut out the noise. She wants to force everything out. ]

( You're not making any sense! What does all of that even mean? )

[ A cruel, smothering affection churns in the pit of her. What if she just knocked that reluctance away and filled up the space between Asuka's wretched eyes? Took her in and overwhelmed her with such belonging, as Nyx had belonged with her. A denizen of her body and her mind, more than man or mate. ]

( We chose to pass fire through open doors, and too quickly the gift extinguished. )

[ Her words fit together in some kind of rhythm, but as Asuka says... it's hardly in any kind of sense. ]

[ Asuka doesn't want this. She doesn't want any of this. Not the all-encompassing feeling of sickening, horrible, cruel love, not that way it seems to loom over her. She pushes back, throwing up walls and trying to metaphorically backpedal. ]

( Annie, get a grip already! You're freaking me out! )

[ An inhaled breath, a hesitation. No, that's not what she wants. She doesn't want to do this to another little girl-- How many others has she done this to. How many nightmares and horrors has she set loose on those helpless enough to be near her. Great reptilian eyes blink, inner eyelids sticking. An exhaled breath.

An entire universe sitting still on the far side of a fragile barrier. ]

( Are you betrayed? )

[ Disappointed in her, disgusted by her? ]

[ Betrayed? Betrayed by what? By whom? She doesn't know what Annie is talking about and she doesn't know what that alien, strange presence lurking beneath the sirface is. It frightens her. ]

( Betrayed by what? I don't understand! )

[ There's confusion and hurt and worry spinning through her head. ]

( -- Her -- )

[ Talking about herself in the third person, that sounds. Healthy. ]

( Aren't you "her"? )

[ Wow, this sounds way too much like Third Impact to her. Or that time an Angel touched her mind. ]

( She is I. We are she. )

[ We: appendages writhing in the darkness. Amorphous things of muscle and slime. ]

( You were told: it's -- complicated -- )

[ A burble of laughter at how inadequate that word is to describing what Annie is and what Asuka feels in her now. ]

[ A part of her recoils at the 'feel' of those things crawling around just outside of her head. There's a fear that they'll pry their way in, just like that horrible being of light, and take her apart, piece by piece to see how she ticks. ]

( Complicated how? )

[ They would. The tendrils of this other-world would love to pick apart her fractures, just for the fun of it. Just out of morbid, sadistic curiosity to see the results. It lacked any particularly motivated malice, but it also lacked compassion, empathy. Those were Annie things, sometimes. Human things, to which these other voices make no claim and scoff at as often as possible, strange murmurings which follow Annie always.

She was more than herself long before the symbiote. This is the world she's lived in her entire life, and if Asuka doesn't like it, well... ]

( Welcome. To a taste of its frailty. )

[ 'It' is her human faculties. They love and respect the mind that is Annie, as it is also their mind, but when it came to the human brain, the human body, human emotion... well. Those were toys to be broken sooner rather than later.

The sooner the Annie body is broken and discarded the sooner she can be as one with her own truth, and completion can be achieved. ]

( It will be magnificent, when this body is dead. )

[ She had told Asuka, that she had tried to kill herself. Little wonder what pushed her. ]

( Shut up. )

[ Asuka retorts with more force than she thought possible. FOr a moment she pushes back, shoving against the thing that lurks under the surface with a mixture of rage and fear. ]

( Fucking freak. You don't belong-! )

[ That's all she knows. This isn't quite Annie. And it's not human, doesn't feel right. She already loathes it. ]

[ Fangs exposed in a half-moon smile, presence dancing back as it is pushed away by her, without any real resistance. A crooning reply, ]

( Too true. Just kill her. )

[ Problem solved. ]

( What if I kill you instead? )

( Destroy a world. Or destroy a girl. Your choice. )

[ Either way, it would end the duality, finally give priority to one or the other. It was just a whole lot easier to kill Annie than hunt out this alien world in the depths of the galaxy and end it. Could it even be done without irreparably harming Annie? Killing off parts of her mind and spirit, leaving behind an empty, wracked human?]

( I've killed monsters before. )

[ There's a lot of bravado coming from Asuka, even if she's partially right. But she doesn't know what to do yet. Or how to do it. ]

( Do it. )

[ It echoes from every direction, laughing. ]

[ Asuka finally cuts herself off, shoving her metaphorical hands over her ears. She's nto going to listne to his anymore. ]

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