Too slow, too weak, can't even keep up with the little one, can you?
That's the first thought that runs through her mind as she rounds the corner after Minato, scanning the entire group in one quick sweep. She catches a glimpse of Moros as it retreats, injured beyond anything she's ever seen done to a Persona, Jin laying all but broken beneath, and Ken not too too far, thrown away even as Minato makes his way to the younger boy's side. It's pandemonium, chaos- blood and fire and power arcing every which way and she can't-
-Darkness overwhelming another small body on the edge of her vision and she can't move, can't run, too afraid even as blood hits the side of her face and the darkness moves to converge upon her-
-She can't heal them all fast enough. She can't save them all. She can't, she can't-
Hasn't he had enough of destroying families, I wonder? This place may be the death of you all, but should it really be at his hands?
-she can't give up.
"NO!"
For the first time, pure desperation is all she needs to call Medea forth, a healing spell spilling forth without her even having to think about it. For the first time in her life, Chidori does not begrudge Medea that she emits life rather than simply sense it- it may be the only thing that will help her keep them alive. Even as Medea's form creeps forth, seemingly carried by flames and smoke, Chidori moves, places herself between Strega and the rest. She's far from intimidating, thin slip of a thing that she is, but there is fire in her eyes and an undeniable threat in the way she holds her evoker to her head without so much as a tremble of her hand. She had never cared much one way or another about Shinjiro, even with Ken's hatred for him.
Now, she's not certain she won't be joining the youngest of Strega in his vengeance. Medea is healing, alternating between him and Ken with surprising willingness... but she's not sure it will be enough.
"Jin," her voice trembles, if only because she's not certain he can hear her, not certain he'll be able to do even as little as she has to ask of him. "Jin, can you get up?"
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Too slow, too weak, can't even keep up with the little one, can you?
That's the first thought that runs through her mind as she rounds the corner after Minato, scanning the entire group in one quick sweep. She catches a glimpse of Moros as it retreats, injured beyond anything she's ever seen done to a Persona, Jin laying all but broken beneath, and Ken not too too far, thrown away even as Minato makes his way to the younger boy's side. It's pandemonium, chaos- blood and fire and power arcing every which way and she can't-
-Darkness overwhelming another small body on the edge of her vision and she can't move, can't run, too afraid even as blood hits the side of her face and the darkness moves to converge upon her-
-She can't heal them all fast enough. She can't save them all. She can't, she can't-
Hasn't he had enough of destroying families, I wonder? This place may be the death of you all, but should it really be at his hands?
-she can't give up.
"NO!"
For the first time, pure desperation is all she needs to call Medea forth, a healing spell spilling forth without her even having to think about it. For the first time in her life, Chidori does not begrudge Medea that she emits life rather than simply sense it- it may be the only thing that will help her keep them alive. Even as Medea's form creeps forth, seemingly carried by flames and smoke, Chidori moves, places herself between Strega and the rest. She's far from intimidating, thin slip of a thing that she is, but there is fire in her eyes and an undeniable threat in the way she holds her evoker to her head without so much as a tremble of her hand. She had never cared much one way or another about Shinjiro, even with Ken's hatred for him.
Now, she's not certain she won't be joining the youngest of Strega in his vengeance. Medea is healing, alternating between him and Ken with surprising willingness... but she's not sure it will be enough.
"Jin," her voice trembles, if only because she's not certain he can hear her, not certain he'll be able to do even as little as she has to ask of him. "Jin, can you get up?"