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*Somthing, or rather, someone, is watching the server. Purple eyes flicking around. Never staying for more than a second. Hiding within the forest, crouched curled up in a ball, is one of them.*

- @ask-yhs-grian

Dammit.

*Moon approaches cautiously. She know they can see her, so she keeps her head high and tries to look as fearless as possible.*

Why have you come to this land? I thought your people would have learned their lesson after last time.

*Xelqua stays biting his tounge through sobs, balling up once more. One set of wings wraps around him like a fluffy feather sheild. The other 2 sets flap erratically, trying to keep Moon away.*

I- I cant- stop- I-

*He pushes himself further into the wall, not caring about the qche and pain it gives to the base of his wings.*

*Moon dashes in, trying to get to the other cuff. Hes cornered. She can get to him. She can save him. She can fix everything, if he would just cooperate.*

LET ME HELP YOU!

*She makes a grab with her shoulders to hold him in place.*

*Xelqua screams, his wings trembling as a mixture of pain and exhaustion threaten to make him unconscious.*

*But he is cornered. And weak. And not in a state to do much magic. Even still he weakly thrashes in Moons hold. Still hiding his eyes, his real eyes, from her.*

*Before he goes limp. Completely limp. The cuff crackles dangerously.*

*Moon grabs the cuff.*

*Moon doesn't feel pain very often. Before this, her time burning to death as a human would probably be the most painful thing she's experienced.*

*But this magic hurts to a different level. It's like every molecule of her body, every 1 and 0, is being torn apart.*

*She teleports back with the cuff, dropping it as soon as she lands next to the other one.*

*Her hand is burned from the magic. Ropes of fresh purple marks run their way up her arm. They intertwine with the eyes already there.*

*The eyes are awake. Moon slams the door shut and cradles her arm as she keeps the door pushed shut. Her shoulders shudder with silent sobs.*

*As soon as he's let go, Xelqua falls forward, his wings cushioning his fall. He doesn't seem to be awake.*

*Spore, upon hearing the ruckus, the screams, shouts, rushes over to Moon. Hopeing desperately she's okay.*

Moon?!

*Moom grabs Spore and pushes them back, away from the pair of cuffs on the floor. She looks crazed, with her form glitching in and out with a new purple aura and a fear in her eyes she hasn't held since her time with the agency.*

Don't touch them-

*She yanks her hands back from Spore and looks at them. The purple light is searing into her mind.*

Don't touch me. I'm- he- I can fix this. I can fix it all. You should leave, go get safe. Get safe from me.

*Spore holds their hands to their chest, so similar to Xelqua. They glance at the cuffs, at Moon, at the eyes.*

... oh voids...

*They step forward to Moon, unafraid, kicking the cuffs further down the hall.*

My dearest, you don't need to do this alone. Please, let me help you. I know this cursed magic best. Let me help you.

It's my fault, so I need to protect him. I need to protect you.

*Moon takes another few steps back as Spore steps forward. Her back hits the door and she slides down and sits.*

I can fix... I can...

*She's shuddering. It's hard to tell if its the pain or the mental anguish causing it.*

I don't want you to get hurt by them again. By me again.

He is strong, I am strong. We're stronger together, you don't need to do this alone.

*Spore sits down next to Moon, but not touching her. They wont do that without her permission.*

I'm very sure he would absolutely hate being told you can 'fix him'.

*They giggle a little.*

Leave the watcher magic to me, my dearest. Ive delta with it once. I can do it again. You focus on this.

*They hold a hand over their heart.*

*Moon fliches as they get close to her, but doesnt move again. Her eyes are staring straight ahead into the opposite wall.*

I should have left him in the woods. I hurt him, and he will go back to them just the same as he would without me.

*She lifts her arm, looking at the new marks.*

I don't know what to do anymore. I-

*Following Spore's direction, she places her non-injured hand on her heart and takes a few deep breaths.*

I don't know what to do now. He's going to be punished if he goes back, but he has to. I think thats Grian hit by some sort of reverse baby ray. Aged him up right into your Watcher time.

You likely freaked him out, yes. But if you give him a little time to wake up, and talk to him truthfully. He'll listen to you. He may be scared, but he'll listen.

*Spore offers their hands.*

You won't hurt me. That magic has, but with your hands, it wont.

We'll figure this out. Keep him around, get him to realize the watchers are bad, and when he goes back he can rebel.

*Moon hesitates, but grabs one of Spore's hands with her own uninjured hand. Her other one stays at her side. She relaxes a bit as they touch, and her shoulders slump. The goddess leans on her wife.*

I'm sorry, Dearest.

Its okay. We'll get through this, like we always do.

*They smile softly, rubbing Moon's hand and placing it over their heart.*

Can I see your other hand? I think I know how to help.

*Moon hesitates, but holds up her other hand.*

It doesn't hurt as bad now. He has it much worse.

*The skin is burnt all along where the new marks are. How did this form burn, being just light itself? The Watchers are too strong.*

I think I deserve it though. Pain for pain.

*Spore frowns seeing it. But its no surprise. They remember a similar pain many years ago.*

I don't think you deserve it. Come on, lets get you some aloe Vera, and he'll also need some. Asap.

*They stand up, still holding onto Moon's hand.*

*Moon pulls herself up. She pulls her gaze away from the cuffs and looks at Spore.*

Okay. Let's go.

*She needs to fix this.*

*Spore smiles, guiding Moon to the bathroom.*

You'll need to put the aloe Vera on his arm while he's knocked out. He trust you, won't take it from you when he wakes up.

I'll make food. He likely won't want to eat, but if you give him some time he will.

He ate some earlier. I gave him some of my offerings. He ate at least a piece of bread and an eclair.

I don't think he's going to want to see me, for a bit. I told him about you and he thinks you're cool, but doesn't know youre him.

That's good. He'll hopefully keep thoes down. Unless he gets paranoid they were poisioned.

I... understand that. Though I'm not... entirely sure I want to see him. Has he mentioned anyone else?

*Spore gets out a glass bottle, filled with fresh aloe vera. And puts a little on their hand, before waiting for Moon to be ready.*

*Moon holds her arm up. She's having a hard time looking Spore in the eyes right now. Guilt is eating her up inside.*

You don't have to see him if you don't want to. If he won't talk to me, I can grab somebody else. Bomb knows about Watchers.

He mentioned some other people- uh, Taurtis, of course. Netty? There were others. I don't remember. He has memories of his real name and of them. So maybe he still can get out.

*Spore very carefully applies the aloe, careful around the eyes. They let their dearest get hurt. For mistakes of their past. Though they smile they regret it all horribly. They're too big of a coward to even face him now.*

He should be out of it for the next few days. You can maybe rebuild some trust the next few days because of that.

Even if you can't get to him now, he leaves eventually. Just like I did.

*Moon puts incredible amounts of effort into not flinching away from Spore. It hurts and she doesnt want to be touched right now.*

I'll fix this....

*The eyes are fully awake. Their gaze is following Spore's hand as it makes its way around Moon's arm.*

*Once Spore is done they wash their hands free of the aloe.*

You don't need to do that alone. I promise you.

*They give Moon space, understanding how this all is hard.*

If- if I had seen the second cuff, or even just waited a little longer- I could have done it correctly and it would have been okay!

*She hugs herself, ignoring the pain from her arm.*

I'm gonna go check on him.

Lets not dwell on what-ifs, my dearest. You didn't know. Thoes things main theme is balance, symmetry. I can deal with them, do not worry.

*Sporw nods, starting putting things away.*

Okay, be safe. I love you.

They burned me and him. Just... be careful. They're strong.

*Moon looks back down at her hands, then up at Spore.*

I love you too.

*Moon walks to the doorway and looks back at Spore for a second.*

Thank you.

*Back in the room, Xelqua was in the corner. Just a puddle of feathers. His back raises and lowers with his breathing.*

*He blinks up at Moon blearily, no eyes formed.*

I'm very sorry. I didn't know it would hurt you like that. I shouldn't have assumed i was helping.

*He mumbles somthing incomprehensible before resting his head in his arms. His wings are just laying limp on the floor.*

... why..?

I want you to be free from them. From their cruelty.

That... wasn't the way I should have gone about that, though. I truly apologize for hurting you. You don't and will never deserve that.

Nuh uh... they can be nice...

Why did you wanna take them away..? They were fine. I don't understand you.

*He sits up, slowly. Letting his wings lay around him. He looks paler than before.*

I have yet to see an example of them showing benevolence.

*Moon's sleeve is burnt, and was rolled up so the aloe could be put on it. The eyes and burns are fully visible

I thought if you didnt have access to their twisted magic, then you might see them how i see them. They feed on hate and pain. I didnt want to give them your pain. I guess... I did, a bit.

Well my watchers aren't here. They can't feed on any of that, or whatever.

*He holds out his arm, looking at the burn marks on it, before hiding it back under him again.*

We match now.

*Moon realizes her arm was uncovered, and pulls the sleeve down. Her face contorts with pain as the cloth rubs against her skin. The eyes are still visibly glowing through the fabric.*

I... had the eyes before. That is why I dislike Watchers.

*She leans in the doorframe.*

I want to help, that is my intention.

But I am not good at helping mortals. I am finally getting a grasp on your physical needs, like sleep. But emotional needs are harder for me to assist with.

I have only seen things you struggle with from above. The dependence on people that hurt you, for example. If somebody hurts me or my wife, I smite them. I don't get... why anybody would go back and defend that relationship.

But you mortals do that. A lot. So I need to learn how to teach you to get away from relationships that arent beneficial in any way.

You don't need to hurt yourself for my sake.

*He sits up, curling in on himself and shivering.*

They- they aren't the worst. They always have a reason behind their actions. They're not just... hurting for the sake of hurting. Not like some people I've known. They took me in, promised me safety, gave me freaking magic!

It was- only after that, they were... kinda assholes.

But- you had saftey before! You were only ever i danger because of them!

*She stops herself from yelling. Shes already scared him enough.*

You want to protect your friends and family. If you are hidden away in the void starving to death, then you cannot protect them.

*He curls up a little more at the yelling. Looking away.*

Okay. I'm sorry.

I... didn’t know they'd do everything they did. It started nice. It did.

No- don't apologize. Please.

*Moon closes her eyes for a few seconds. She hates scaring people. She just wants to help. Why can't she help people right?*

You can leave, if you'd like. You aren't a prisoner here. If you do truly want, I can find the way to get you back to... your time.

If you do just please remember that they are not on your side.

I... don't think I can leave right now. My legs feel like pins and needles.

*He wraps his arms and wings around himself.*

... but if I could get some water... I wouldn't object.

I'll grab that.

*Moon walks out and returns with a tall glass of water. She walks across the room and sets it in front of Grian, and doesn't get too close to him.*

Do you want aloe or some other pain reliever?

Thank you.

*He once again does a little polite bow, drinking some water and closing his eyes contently. For a moment he looks like he's gonna fall asleep.*

No thanks. It doesn't really hurt that bad. I think it killed some of the nerves.

Unless you need anything else, I'll, uh, leave you to rest. You look like you need it. Let yourself recover from-

*Me. She wants to say me. She wants to beg for his forgiveness.*

-today. I'll leave some food for you. And- if you really do want to go when you feel better, you can just go.

Call for me if you need anything. Please.

Okay- that- that sounds fine. I'm probably going to... nap. That sounds good. If you can bring Taurtis here, I'd like to see him.

*He lays back down, his wings shifting comfortably. Its odd. How he has 6 wings and the max Spore has had is 2.*

Yeah, you rest two. You sound like you're hurting, too.

#ask moonbig #ask mother spore #ask the one who watches #Ill send a new ask in a min #Biblically accurate spore? /silly

I'll go find him.

*Moon fidgets for a second before summoning a platter in front of Grian and leaving. It's a charcuterie board. Lots of meat and cheeses, but with fruit crackers as well. She doesn't know if he's vegan or something similar.*

*Somthing, or rather, someone, is watching the server. Purple eyes flicking around. Never staying for more than a second. Hiding within the forest, crouched curled up in a ball, is one of them.*

- @ask-yhs-grian

Dammit.

*Moon approaches cautiously. She know they can see her, so she keeps her head high and tries to look as fearless as possible.*

Why have you come to this land? I thought your people would have learned their lesson after last time.

*Xelqua stays biting his tounge through sobs, balling up once more. One set of wings wraps around him like a fluffy feather sheild. The other 2 sets flap erratically, trying to keep Moon away.*

I- I cant- stop- I-

*He pushes himself further into the wall, not caring about the qche and pain it gives to the base of his wings.*

*Moon dashes in, trying to get to the other cuff. Hes cornered. She can get to him. She can save him. She can fix everything, if he would just cooperate.*

LET ME HELP YOU!

*She makes a grab with her shoulders to hold him in place.*

*Xelqua screams, his wings trembling as a mixture of pain and exhaustion threaten to make him unconscious.*

*But he is cornered. And weak. And not in a state to do much magic. Even still he weakly thrashes in Moons hold. Still hiding his eyes, his real eyes, from her.*

*Before he goes limp. Completely limp. The cuff crackles dangerously.*

*Moon grabs the cuff.*

*Moon doesn't feel pain very often. Before this, her time burning to death as a human would probably be the most painful thing she's experienced.*

*But this magic hurts to a different level. It's like every molecule of her body, every 1 and 0, is being torn apart.*

*She teleports back with the cuff, dropping it as soon as she lands next to the other one.*

*Her hand is burned from the magic. Ropes of fresh purple marks run their way up her arm. They intertwine with the eyes already there.*

*The eyes are awake. Moon slams the door shut and cradles her arm as she keeps the door pushed shut. Her shoulders shudder with silent sobs.*

*As soon as he's let go, Xelqua falls forward, his wings cushioning his fall. He doesn't seem to be awake.*

*Spore, upon hearing the ruckus, the screams, shouts, rushes over to Moon. Hopeing desperately she's okay.*

Moon?!

Don't touch them-

*She yanks her hands back from Spore and looks at them. The purple light is searing into her mind.*

Don't touch me. I'm- he- I can fix this. I can fix it all. You should leave, go get safe. Get safe from me.

*Spore holds their hands to their chest, so similar to Xelqua. They glance at the cuffs, at Moon, at the eyes.*

... oh voids...

*They step forward to Moon, unafraid, kicking the cuffs further down the hall.*

My dearest, you don't need to do this alone. Please, let me help you. I know this cursed magic best. Let me help you.

It's my fault, so I need to protect him. I need to protect you.

*Moon takes another few steps back as Spore steps forward. Her back hits the door and she slides down and sits.*

I can fix... I can...

*She's shuddering. It's hard to tell if its the pain or the mental anguish causing it.*

I don't want you to get hurt by them again. By me again.

He is strong, I am strong. We're stronger together, you don't need to do this alone.

*Spore sits down next to Moon, but not touching her. They wont do that without her permission.*

I'm very sure he would absolutely hate being told you can 'fix him'.

*They giggle a little.*

Leave the watcher magic to me, my dearest. Ive delta with it once. I can do it again. You focus on this.

*They hold a hand over their heart.*

*Moon fliches as they get close to her, but doesnt move again. Her eyes are staring straight ahead into the opposite wall.*

I should have left him in the woods. I hurt him, and he will go back to them just the same as he would without me.

*She lifts her arm, looking at the new marks.*

I don't know what to do anymore. I-

*Following Spore's direction, she places her non-injured hand on her heart and takes a few deep breaths.*

I don't know what to do now. He's going to be punished if he goes back, but he has to. I think thats Grian hit by some sort of reverse baby ray. Aged him up right into your Watcher time.

You likely freaked him out, yes. But if you give him a little time to wake up, and talk to him truthfully. He'll listen to you. He may be scared, but he'll listen.

*Spore offers their hands.*

You won't hurt me. That magic has, but with your hands, it wont.

We'll figure this out. Keep him around, get him to realize the watchers are bad, and when he goes back he can rebel.

*Moon hesitates, but grabs one of Spore's hands with her own uninjured hand. Her other one stays at her side. She relaxes a bit as they touch, and her shoulders slump. The goddess leans on her wife.*

I'm sorry, Dearest.

Its okay. We'll get through this, like we always do.

*They smile softly, rubbing Moon's hand and placing it over their heart.*

Can I see your other hand? I think I know how to help.

*Moon hesitates, but holds up her other hand.*

It doesn't hurt as bad now. He has it much worse.

*The skin is burnt all along where the new marks are. How did this form burn, being just light itself? The Watchers are too strong.*

I think I deserve it though. Pain for pain.

*Spore frowns seeing it. But its no surprise. They remember a similar pain many years ago.*

I don't think you deserve it. Come on, lets get you some aloe Vera, and he'll also need some. Asap.

*They stand up, still holding onto Moon's hand.*

*Moon pulls herself up. She pulls her gaze away from the cuffs and looks at Spore.*

Okay. Let's go.

*She needs to fix this.*

*Spore smiles, guiding Moon to the bathroom.*

You'll need to put the aloe Vera on his arm while he's knocked out. He trust you, won't take it from you when he wakes up.

I'll make food. He likely won't want to eat, but if you give him some time he will.

He ate some earlier. I gave him some of my offerings. He ate at least a piece of bread and an eclair.

I don't think he's going to want to see me, for a bit. I told him about you and he thinks you're cool, but doesn't know youre him.

That's good. He'll hopefully keep thoes down. Unless he gets paranoid they were poisioned.

I... understand that. Though I'm not... entirely sure I want to see him. Has he mentioned anyone else?

*Spore gets out a glass bottle, filled with fresh aloe vera. And puts a little on their hand, before waiting for Moon to be ready.*

*Moon holds her arm up. She's having a hard time looking Spore in the eyes right now. Guilt is eating her up inside.*

You don't have to see him if you don't want to. If he won't talk to me, I can grab somebody else. Bomb knows about Watchers.

He mentioned some other people- uh, Taurtis, of course. Netty? There were others. I don't remember. He has memories of his real name and of them. So maybe he still can get out.

He should be out of it for the next few days. You can maybe rebuild some trust the next few days because of that.

Even if you can't get to him now, he leaves eventually. Just like I did.

*Moon puts incredible amounts of effort into not flinching away from Spore. It hurts and she doesnt want to be touched right now.*

I'll fix this....

*The eyes are fully awake. Their gaze is following Spore's hand as it makes its way around Moon's arm.*

*Once Spore is done they wash their hands free of the aloe.*

You don't need to do that alone. I promise you.

*They give Moon space, understanding how this all is hard.*

If- if I had seen the second cuff, or even just waited a little longer- I could have done it correctly and it would have been okay!

*She hugs herself, ignoring the pain from her arm.*

I'm gonna go check on him.

Lets not dwell on what-ifs, my dearest. You didn't know. Thoes things main theme is balance, symmetry. I can deal with them, do not worry.

*Sporw nods, starting putting things away.*

Okay, be safe. I love you.

They burned me and him. Just... be careful. They're strong.

*Moon looks back down at her hands, then up at Spore.*

I love you too.

*Moon walks to the doorway and looks back at Spore for a second.*

Thank you.

*Back in the room, Xelqua was in the corner. Just a puddle of feathers. His back raises and lowers with his breathing.*

*He blinks up at Moon blearily, no eyes formed.*

I'm very sorry. I didn't know it would hurt you like that. I shouldn't have assumed i was helping.

*He mumbles somthing incomprehensible before resting his head in his arms. His wings are just laying limp on the floor.*

... why..?

I want you to be free from them. From their cruelty.

That... wasn't the way I should have gone about that, though. I truly apologize for hurting you. You don't and will never deserve that.

Nuh uh... they can be nice...

Why did you wanna take them away..? They were fine. I don't understand you.

*He sits up, slowly. Letting his wings lay around him. He looks paler than before.*

I have yet to see an example of them showing benevolence.

*Moon's sleeve is burnt, and was rolled up so the aloe could be put on it. The eyes and burns are fully visible

I thought if you didnt have access to their twisted magic, then you might see them how i see them. They feed on hate and pain. I didnt want to give them your pain. I guess... I did, a bit.

Well my watchers aren't here. They can't feed on any of that, or whatever.

*He holds out his arm, looking at the burn marks on it, before hiding it back under him again.*

We match now.

*Moon realizes her arm was uncovered, and pulls the sleeve down. Her face contorts with pain as the cloth rubs against her skin. The eyes are still visibly glowing through the fabric.*

I... had the eyes before. That is why I dislike Watchers.

*She leans in the doorframe.*

I want to help, that is my intention.

But I am not good at helping mortals. I am finally getting a grasp on your physical needs, like sleep. But emotional needs are harder for me to assist with.

But you mortals do that. A lot. So I need to learn how to teach you to get away from relationships that arent beneficial in any way.

You don't need to hurt yourself for my sake.

*He sits up, curling in on himself and shivering.*

It was- only after that, they were... kinda assholes.

But- you had saftey before! You were only ever i danger because of them!

*She stops herself from yelling. Shes already scared him enough.*

You want to protect your friends and family. If you are hidden away in the void starving to death, then you cannot protect them.

*He curls up a little more at the yelling. Looking away.*

Okay. I'm sorry.

I... didn’t know they'd do everything they did. It started nice. It did.

No- don't apologize. Please.

*Moon closes her eyes for a few seconds. She hates scaring people. She just wants to help. Why can't she help people right?*

You can leave, if you'd like. You aren't a prisoner here. If you do truly want, I can find the way to get you back to... your time.

If you do just please remember that they are not on your side.

I... don't think I can leave right now. My legs feel like pins and needles.

*He wraps his arms and wings around himself.*

... but if I could get some water... I wouldn't object.

I'll grab that.

*Moon walks out and returns with a tall glass of water. She walks across the room and sets it in front of Grian, and doesn't get too close to him.*

Do you want aloe or some other pain reliever?

Thank you.

*He once again does a little polite bow, drinking some water and closing his eyes contently. For a moment he looks like he's gonna fall asleep.*

No thanks. It doesn't really hurt that bad. I think it killed some of the nerves.

Unless you need anything else, I'll, uh, leave you to rest. You look like you need it. Let yourself recover from-

*Me. She wants to say me. She wants to beg for his forgiveness.*

-today. I'll leave some food for you. And- if you really do want to go when you feel better, you can just go.

Call for me if you need anything. Please.

*Somthing, or rather, someone, is watching the server. Purple eyes flicking around. Never staying for more than a second. Hiding within the forest, crouched curled up in a ball, is one of them.*

- @ask-yhs-grian

Dammit.

*Moon approaches cautiously. She know they can see her, so she keeps her head high and tries to look as fearless as possible.*

Why have you come to this land? I thought your people would have learned their lesson after last time.

*Xelqua stays biting his tounge through sobs, balling up once more. One set of wings wraps around him like a fluffy feather sheild. The other 2 sets flap erratically, trying to keep Moon away.*

I- I cant- stop- I-

*He pushes himself further into the wall, not caring about the qche and pain it gives to the base of his wings.*

*Moon dashes in, trying to get to the other cuff. Hes cornered. She can get to him. She can save him. She can fix everything, if he would just cooperate.*

LET ME HELP YOU!

*She makes a grab with her shoulders to hold him in place.*

*Xelqua screams, his wings trembling as a mixture of pain and exhaustion threaten to make him unconscious.*

*But he is cornered. And weak. And not in a state to do much magic. Even still he weakly thrashes in Moons hold. Still hiding his eyes, his real eyes, from her.*

*Before he goes limp. Completely limp. The cuff crackles dangerously.*

*Moon grabs the cuff.*

*Moon doesn't feel pain very often. Before this, her time burning to death as a human would probably be the most painful thing she's experienced.*

*But this magic hurts to a different level. It's like every molecule of her body, every 1 and 0, is being torn apart.*

*She teleports back with the cuff, dropping it as soon as she lands next to the other one.*

*Her hand is burned from the magic. Ropes of fresh purple marks run their way up her arm. They intertwine with the eyes already there.*

*The eyes are awake. Moon slams the door shut and cradles her arm as she keeps the door pushed shut. Her shoulders shudder with silent sobs.*

*As soon as he's let go, Xelqua falls forward, his wings cushioning his fall. He doesn't seem to be awake.*

*Spore, upon hearing the ruckus, the screams, shouts, rushes over to Moon. Hopeing desperately she's okay.*

Moon?!

Don't touch them-

*She yanks her hands back from Spore and looks at them. The purple light is searing into her mind.*

Don't touch me. I'm- he- I can fix this. I can fix it all. You should leave, go get safe. Get safe from me.

*Spore holds their hands to their chest, so similar to Xelqua. They glance at the cuffs, at Moon, at the eyes.*

... oh voids...

*They step forward to Moon, unafraid, kicking the cuffs further down the hall.*

My dearest, you don't need to do this alone. Please, let me help you. I know this cursed magic best. Let me help you.

It's my fault, so I need to protect him. I need to protect you.

*Moon takes another few steps back as Spore steps forward. Her back hits the door and she slides down and sits.*

I can fix... I can...

*She's shuddering. It's hard to tell if its the pain or the mental anguish causing it.*

I don't want you to get hurt by them again. By me again.

He is strong, I am strong. We're stronger together, you don't need to do this alone.

*Spore sits down next to Moon, but not touching her. They wont do that without her permission.*

I'm very sure he would absolutely hate being told you can 'fix him'.

*They giggle a little.*

Leave the watcher magic to me, my dearest. Ive delta with it once. I can do it again. You focus on this.

*They hold a hand over their heart.*

*Moon fliches as they get close to her, but doesnt move again. Her eyes are staring straight ahead into the opposite wall.*

I should have left him in the woods. I hurt him, and he will go back to them just the same as he would without me.

*She lifts her arm, looking at the new marks.*

I don't know what to do anymore. I-

*Following Spore's direction, she places her non-injured hand on her heart and takes a few deep breaths.*

I don't know what to do now. He's going to be punished if he goes back, but he has to. I think thats Grian hit by some sort of reverse baby ray. Aged him up right into your Watcher time.

You likely freaked him out, yes. But if you give him a little time to wake up, and talk to him truthfully. He'll listen to you. He may be scared, but he'll listen.

*Spore offers their hands.*

You won't hurt me. That magic has, but with your hands, it wont.

We'll figure this out. Keep him around, get him to realize the watchers are bad, and when he goes back he can rebel.

*Moon hesitates, but grabs one of Spore's hands with her own uninjured hand. Her other one stays at her side. She relaxes a bit as they touch, and her shoulders slump. The goddess leans on her wife.*

I'm sorry, Dearest.

Its okay. We'll get through this, like we always do.

*They smile softly, rubbing Moon's hand and placing it over their heart.*

Can I see your other hand? I think I know how to help.

*Moon hesitates, but holds up her other hand.*

It doesn't hurt as bad now. He has it much worse.

*The skin is burnt all along where the new marks are. How did this form burn, being just light itself? The Watchers are too strong.*

I think I deserve it though. Pain for pain.

*Spore frowns seeing it. But its no surprise. They remember a similar pain many years ago.*

I don't think you deserve it. Come on, lets get you some aloe Vera, and he'll also need some. Asap.

*They stand up, still holding onto Moon's hand.*

*Moon pulls herself up. She pulls her gaze away from the cuffs and looks at Spore.*

Okay. Let's go.

*She needs to fix this.*

*Spore smiles, guiding Moon to the bathroom.*

You'll need to put the aloe Vera on his arm while he's knocked out. He trust you, won't take it from you when he wakes up.

I'll make food. He likely won't want to eat, but if you give him some time he will.

He ate some earlier. I gave him some of my offerings. He ate at least a piece of bread and an eclair.

I don't think he's going to want to see me, for a bit. I told him about you and he thinks you're cool, but doesn't know youre him.

That's good. He'll hopefully keep thoes down. Unless he gets paranoid they were poisioned.

I... understand that. Though I'm not... entirely sure I want to see him. Has he mentioned anyone else?

*Spore gets out a glass bottle, filled with fresh aloe vera. And puts a little on their hand, before waiting for Moon to be ready.*

*Moon holds her arm up. She's having a hard time looking Spore in the eyes right now. Guilt is eating her up inside.*

You don't have to see him if you don't want to. If he won't talk to me, I can grab somebody else. Bomb knows about Watchers.

He mentioned some other people- uh, Taurtis, of course. Netty? There were others. I don't remember. He has memories of his real name and of them. So maybe he still can get out.

He should be out of it for the next few days. You can maybe rebuild some trust the next few days because of that.

Even if you can't get to him now, he leaves eventually. Just like I did.

*Moon puts incredible amounts of effort into not flinching away from Spore. It hurts and she doesnt want to be touched right now.*

I'll fix this....

*The eyes are fully awake. Their gaze is following Spore's hand as it makes its way around Moon's arm.*

*Once Spore is done they wash their hands free of the aloe.*

You don't need to do that alone. I promise you.

*They give Moon space, understanding how this all is hard.*

If- if I had seen the second cuff, or even just waited a little longer- I could have done it correctly and it would have been okay!

*She hugs herself, ignoring the pain from her arm.*

I'm gonna go check on him.

Lets not dwell on what-ifs, my dearest. You didn't know. Thoes things main theme is balance, symmetry. I can deal with them, do not worry.

*Sporw nods, starting putting things away.*

Okay, be safe. I love you.

They burned me and him. Just... be careful. They're strong.

*Moon looks back down at her hands, then up at Spore.*

I love you too.

*Moon walks to the doorway and looks back at Spore for a second.*

Thank you.

*Back in the room, Xelqua was in the corner. Just a puddle of feathers. His back raises and lowers with his breathing.*

*He blinks up at Moon blearily, no eyes formed.*

I'm very sorry. I didn't know it would hurt you like that. I shouldn't have assumed i was helping.

*He mumbles somthing incomprehensible before resting his head in his arms. His wings are just laying limp on the floor.*

... why..?

I want you to be free from them. From their cruelty.

That... wasn't the way I should have gone about that, though. I truly apologize for hurting you. You don't and will never deserve that.

Nuh uh... they can be nice...

Why did you wanna take them away..? They were fine. I don't understand you.

*He sits up, slowly. Letting his wings lay around him. He looks paler than before.*

I have yet to see an example of them showing benevolence.

*Moon's sleeve is burnt, and was rolled up so the aloe could be put on it. The eyes and burns are fully visible

I thought if you didnt have access to their twisted magic, then you might see them how i see them. They feed on hate and pain. I didnt want to give them your pain. I guess... I did, a bit.

Well my watchers aren't here. They can't feed on any of that, or whatever.

*He holds out his arm, looking at the burn marks on it, before hiding it back under him again.*

We match now.

*Moon realizes her arm was uncovered, and pulls the sleeve down. Her face contorts with pain as the cloth rubs against her skin. The eyes are still visibly glowing through the fabric.*

I... had the eyes before. That is why I dislike Watchers.

*She leans in the doorframe.*

I want to help, that is my intention.

But I am not good at helping mortals. I am finally getting a grasp on your physical needs, like sleep. But emotional needs are harder for me to assist with.

But you mortals do that. A lot. So I need to learn how to teach you to get away from relationships that arent beneficial in any way.

You don't need to hurt yourself for my sake.

*He sits up, curling in on himself and shivering.*

It was- only after that, they were... kinda assholes.

But- you had saftey before! You were only ever i danger because of them!

*She stops herself from yelling. Shes already scared him enough.*

You want to protect your friends and family. If you are hidden away in the void starving to death, then you cannot protect them.

*He curls up a little more at the yelling. Looking away.*

Okay. I'm sorry.

I... didn’t know they'd do everything they did. It started nice. It did.

No- don't apologize. Please.

*Moon closes her eyes for a few seconds. She hates scaring people. She just wants to help. Why can't she help people right?*

You can leave, if you'd like. You aren't a prisoner here. If you do truly want, I can find the way to get you back to... your time.

If you do just please remember that they are not on your side.

I... don't think I can leave right now. My legs feel like pins and needles.

*He wraps his arms and wings around himself.*

... but if I could get some water... I wouldn't object.

#ask moonbig #ask mother spore #Sorry for not responding I had. a day /neg

I'll grab that.

*Moon walks out and returns with a tall glass of water. She walks across the room and sets it in front of Grian, and doesn't get too close to him.*

Do you want aloe or some other pain reliever?

*Somthing, or rather, someone, is watching the server. Purple eyes flicking around. Never staying for more than a second. Hiding within the forest, crouched curled up in a ball, is one of them.*

- @ask-yhs-grian

Dammit.

*Moon approaches cautiously. She know they can see her, so she keeps her head high and tries to look as fearless as possible.*

Why have you come to this land? I thought your people would have learned their lesson after last time.

*Xelqua stays biting his tounge through sobs, balling up once more. One set of wings wraps around him like a fluffy feather sheild. The other 2 sets flap erratically, trying to keep Moon away.*

I- I cant- stop- I-

*He pushes himself further into the wall, not caring about the qche and pain it gives to the base of his wings.*

*Moon dashes in, trying to get to the other cuff. Hes cornered. She can get to him. She can save him. She can fix everything, if he would just cooperate.*

LET ME HELP YOU!

*She makes a grab with her shoulders to hold him in place.*

*Xelqua screams, his wings trembling as a mixture of pain and exhaustion threaten to make him unconscious.*

*But he is cornered. And weak. And not in a state to do much magic. Even still he weakly thrashes in Moons hold. Still hiding his eyes, his real eyes, from her.*

*Before he goes limp. Completely limp. The cuff crackles dangerously.*

*Moon grabs the cuff.*

*Moon doesn't feel pain very often. Before this, her time burning to death as a human would probably be the most painful thing she's experienced.*

*But this magic hurts to a different level. It's like every molecule of her body, every 1 and 0, is being torn apart.*

*She teleports back with the cuff, dropping it as soon as she lands next to the other one.*

*Her hand is burned from the magic. Ropes of fresh purple marks run their way up her arm. They intertwine with the eyes already there.*

*The eyes are awake. Moon slams the door shut and cradles her arm as she keeps the door pushed shut. Her shoulders shudder with silent sobs.*

*As soon as he's let go, Xelqua falls forward, his wings cushioning his fall. He doesn't seem to be awake.*

*Spore, upon hearing the ruckus, the screams, shouts, rushes over to Moon. Hopeing desperately she's okay.*

Moon?!

Don't touch them-

*She yanks her hands back from Spore and looks at them. The purple light is searing into her mind.*

Don't touch me. I'm- he- I can fix this. I can fix it all. You should leave, go get safe. Get safe from me.

*Spore holds their hands to their chest, so similar to Xelqua. They glance at the cuffs, at Moon, at the eyes.*

... oh voids...

*They step forward to Moon, unafraid, kicking the cuffs further down the hall.*

My dearest, you don't need to do this alone. Please, let me help you. I know this cursed magic best. Let me help you.

It's my fault, so I need to protect him. I need to protect you.

*Moon takes another few steps back as Spore steps forward. Her back hits the door and she slides down and sits.*

I can fix... I can...

*She's shuddering. It's hard to tell if its the pain or the mental anguish causing it.*

I don't want you to get hurt by them again. By me again.

He is strong, I am strong. We're stronger together, you don't need to do this alone.

*Spore sits down next to Moon, but not touching her. They wont do that without her permission.*

I'm very sure he would absolutely hate being told you can 'fix him'.

*They giggle a little.*

Leave the watcher magic to me, my dearest. Ive delta with it once. I can do it again. You focus on this.

*They hold a hand over their heart.*

*Moon fliches as they get close to her, but doesnt move again. Her eyes are staring straight ahead into the opposite wall.*

I should have left him in the woods. I hurt him, and he will go back to them just the same as he would without me.

*She lifts her arm, looking at the new marks.*

I don't know what to do anymore. I-

*Following Spore's direction, she places her non-injured hand on her heart and takes a few deep breaths.*

I don't know what to do now. He's going to be punished if he goes back, but he has to. I think thats Grian hit by some sort of reverse baby ray. Aged him up right into your Watcher time.

You likely freaked him out, yes. But if you give him a little time to wake up, and talk to him truthfully. He'll listen to you. He may be scared, but he'll listen.

*Spore offers their hands.*

You won't hurt me. That magic has, but with your hands, it wont.

We'll figure this out. Keep him around, get him to realize the watchers are bad, and when he goes back he can rebel.

*Moon hesitates, but grabs one of Spore's hands with her own uninjured hand. Her other one stays at her side. She relaxes a bit as they touch, and her shoulders slump. The goddess leans on her wife.*

I'm sorry, Dearest.

Its okay. We'll get through this, like we always do.

*They smile softly, rubbing Moon's hand and placing it over their heart.*

Can I see your other hand? I think I know how to help.

*Moon hesitates, but holds up her other hand.*

It doesn't hurt as bad now. He has it much worse.

*The skin is burnt all along where the new marks are. How did this form burn, being just light itself? The Watchers are too strong.*

I think I deserve it though. Pain for pain.

*Spore frowns seeing it. But its no surprise. They remember a similar pain many years ago.*

I don't think you deserve it. Come on, lets get you some aloe Vera, and he'll also need some. Asap.

*They stand up, still holding onto Moon's hand.*

*Moon pulls herself up. She pulls her gaze away from the cuffs and looks at Spore.*

Okay. Let's go.

*She needs to fix this.*

*Spore smiles, guiding Moon to the bathroom.*

You'll need to put the aloe Vera on his arm while he's knocked out. He trust you, won't take it from you when he wakes up.

I'll make food. He likely won't want to eat, but if you give him some time he will.

He ate some earlier. I gave him some of my offerings. He ate at least a piece of bread and an eclair.

I don't think he's going to want to see me, for a bit. I told him about you and he thinks you're cool, but doesn't know youre him.

That's good. He'll hopefully keep thoes down. Unless he gets paranoid they were poisioned.

I... understand that. Though I'm not... entirely sure I want to see him. Has he mentioned anyone else?

*Spore gets out a glass bottle, filled with fresh aloe vera. And puts a little on their hand, before waiting for Moon to be ready.*

*Moon holds her arm up. She's having a hard time looking Spore in the eyes right now. Guilt is eating her up inside.*

You don't have to see him if you don't want to. If he won't talk to me, I can grab somebody else. Bomb knows about Watchers.

He mentioned some other people- uh, Taurtis, of course. Netty? There were others. I don't remember. He has memories of his real name and of them. So maybe he still can get out.

He should be out of it for the next few days. You can maybe rebuild some trust the next few days because of that.

Even if you can't get to him now, he leaves eventually. Just like I did.

*Moon puts incredible amounts of effort into not flinching away from Spore. It hurts and she doesnt want to be touched right now.*

I'll fix this....

*The eyes are fully awake. Their gaze is following Spore's hand as it makes its way around Moon's arm.*

*Once Spore is done they wash their hands free of the aloe.*

You don't need to do that alone. I promise you.

*They give Moon space, understanding how this all is hard.*

If- if I had seen the second cuff, or even just waited a little longer- I could have done it correctly and it would have been okay!

*She hugs herself, ignoring the pain from her arm.*

I'm gonna go check on him.

Lets not dwell on what-ifs, my dearest. You didn't know. Thoes things main theme is balance, symmetry. I can deal with them, do not worry.

*Sporw nods, starting putting things away.*

Okay, be safe. I love you.

They burned me and him. Just... be careful. They're strong.

*Moon looks back down at her hands, then up at Spore.*

I love you too.

*Moon walks to the doorway and looks back at Spore for a second.*

Thank you.

*Back in the room, Xelqua was in the corner. Just a puddle of feathers. His back raises and lowers with his breathing.*

*He blinks up at Moon blearily, no eyes formed.*

I'm very sorry. I didn't know it would hurt you like that. I shouldn't have assumed i was helping.

*He mumbles somthing incomprehensible before resting his head in his arms. His wings are just laying limp on the floor.*

... why..?

I want you to be free from them. From their cruelty.

That... wasn't the way I should have gone about that, though. I truly apologize for hurting you. You don't and will never deserve that.

Nuh uh... they can be nice...

Why did you wanna take them away..? They were fine. I don't understand you.

*He sits up, slowly. Letting his wings lay around him. He looks paler than before.*

I have yet to see an example of them showing benevolence.

*Moon's sleeve is burnt, and was rolled up so the aloe could be put on it. The eyes and burns are fully visible

I thought if you didnt have access to their twisted magic, then you might see them how i see them. They feed on hate and pain. I didnt want to give them your pain. I guess... I did, a bit.

Well my watchers aren't here. They can't feed on any of that, or whatever.

*He holds out his arm, looking at the burn marks on it, before hiding it back under him again.*

We match now.

*Moon realizes her arm was uncovered, and pulls the sleeve down. Her face contorts with pain as the cloth rubs against her skin. The eyes are still visibly glowing through the fabric.*

I... had the eyes before. That is why I dislike Watchers.

*She leans in the doorframe.*

I want to help, that is my intention.

But I am not good at helping mortals. I am finally getting a grasp on your physical needs, like sleep. But emotional needs are harder for me to assist with.

But you mortals do that. A lot. So I need to learn how to teach you to get away from relationships that arent beneficial in any way.

You don't need to hurt yourself for my sake.

*He sits up, curling in on himself and shivering.*

It was- only after that, they were... kinda assholes.

But- you had saftey before! You were only ever i danger because of them!

*She stops herself from yelling. Shes already scared him enough.*

You want to protect your friends and family. If you are hidden away in the void starving to death, then you cannot protect them.

*He curls up a little more at the yelling. Looking away.*

Okay. I'm sorry.

I... didn’t know they'd do everything they did. It started nice. It did.

#ask moonbig #ask mother spore #Idk if you know legends of avantris (dnd pod)#But there's a scene where the bugbear character is learning that he actually looks scary #“Why do people run from torbek? Torbek is a distinguished gentleman!” Speaking about himself in 3rd person #And while its a joke in the show it kinda reminds me of moon here

No- don't apologize. Please.

*Moon closes her eyes for a few seconds. She hates scaring people. She just wants to help. Why can't she help people right?*

You can leave, if you'd like. You aren't a prisoner here. If you do truly want, I can find the way to get you back to... your time.

If you do just please remember that they are not on your side.

*Somthing, or rather, someone, is watching the server. Purple eyes flicking around. Never staying for more than a second. Hiding within the forest, crouched curled up in a ball, is one of them.*

- @ask-yhs-grian

Dammit.

*Moon approaches cautiously. She know they can see her, so she keeps her head high and tries to look as fearless as possible.*

Why have you come to this land? I thought your people would have learned their lesson after last time.

*Xelqua stays biting his tounge through sobs, balling up once more. One set of wings wraps around him like a fluffy feather sheild. The other 2 sets flap erratically, trying to keep Moon away.*

I- I cant- stop- I-

*He pushes himself further into the wall, not caring about the qche and pain it gives to the base of his wings.*

*Moon dashes in, trying to get to the other cuff. Hes cornered. She can get to him. She can save him. She can fix everything, if he would just cooperate.*

LET ME HELP YOU!

*She makes a grab with her shoulders to hold him in place.*

*Xelqua screams, his wings trembling as a mixture of pain and exhaustion threaten to make him unconscious.*

*But he is cornered. And weak. And not in a state to do much magic. Even still he weakly thrashes in Moons hold. Still hiding his eyes, his real eyes, from her.*

*Before he goes limp. Completely limp. The cuff crackles dangerously.*

*Moon grabs the cuff.*

*Moon doesn't feel pain very often. Before this, her time burning to death as a human would probably be the most painful thing she's experienced.*

*But this magic hurts to a different level. It's like every molecule of her body, every 1 and 0, is being torn apart.*

*She teleports back with the cuff, dropping it as soon as she lands next to the other one.*

*Her hand is burned from the magic. Ropes of fresh purple marks run their way up her arm. They intertwine with the eyes already there.*

*The eyes are awake. Moon slams the door shut and cradles her arm as she keeps the door pushed shut. Her shoulders shudder with silent sobs.*

*As soon as he's let go, Xelqua falls forward, his wings cushioning his fall. He doesn't seem to be awake.*

*Spore, upon hearing the ruckus, the screams, shouts, rushes over to Moon. Hopeing desperately she's okay.*

Moon?!

Don't touch them-

*She yanks her hands back from Spore and looks at them. The purple light is searing into her mind.*

Don't touch me. I'm- he- I can fix this. I can fix it all. You should leave, go get safe. Get safe from me.

*Spore holds their hands to their chest, so similar to Xelqua. They glance at the cuffs, at Moon, at the eyes.*

... oh voids...

*They step forward to Moon, unafraid, kicking the cuffs further down the hall.*

My dearest, you don't need to do this alone. Please, let me help you. I know this cursed magic best. Let me help you.

It's my fault, so I need to protect him. I need to protect you.

*Moon takes another few steps back as Spore steps forward. Her back hits the door and she slides down and sits.*

I can fix... I can...

*She's shuddering. It's hard to tell if its the pain or the mental anguish causing it.*

I don't want you to get hurt by them again. By me again.

He is strong, I am strong. We're stronger together, you don't need to do this alone.

*Spore sits down next to Moon, but not touching her. They wont do that without her permission.*

I'm very sure he would absolutely hate being told you can 'fix him'.

*They giggle a little.*

Leave the watcher magic to me, my dearest. Ive delta with it once. I can do it again. You focus on this.

*They hold a hand over their heart.*

*Moon fliches as they get close to her, but doesnt move again. Her eyes are staring straight ahead into the opposite wall.*

I should have left him in the woods. I hurt him, and he will go back to them just the same as he would without me.

*She lifts her arm, looking at the new marks.*

I don't know what to do anymore. I-

*Following Spore's direction, she places her non-injured hand on her heart and takes a few deep breaths.*

I don't know what to do now. He's going to be punished if he goes back, but he has to. I think thats Grian hit by some sort of reverse baby ray. Aged him up right into your Watcher time.

You likely freaked him out, yes. But if you give him a little time to wake up, and talk to him truthfully. He'll listen to you. He may be scared, but he'll listen.

*Spore offers their hands.*

You won't hurt me. That magic has, but with your hands, it wont.

We'll figure this out. Keep him around, get him to realize the watchers are bad, and when he goes back he can rebel.

*Moon hesitates, but grabs one of Spore's hands with her own uninjured hand. Her other one stays at her side. She relaxes a bit as they touch, and her shoulders slump. The goddess leans on her wife.*

I'm sorry, Dearest.

Its okay. We'll get through this, like we always do.

*They smile softly, rubbing Moon's hand and placing it over their heart.*

Can I see your other hand? I think I know how to help.

*Moon hesitates, but holds up her other hand.*

It doesn't hurt as bad now. He has it much worse.

*The skin is burnt all along where the new marks are. How did this form burn, being just light itself? The Watchers are too strong.*

I think I deserve it though. Pain for pain.

*Spore frowns seeing it. But its no surprise. They remember a similar pain many years ago.*

I don't think you deserve it. Come on, lets get you some aloe Vera, and he'll also need some. Asap.

*They stand up, still holding onto Moon's hand.*

*Moon pulls herself up. She pulls her gaze away from the cuffs and looks at Spore.*

Okay. Let's go.

*She needs to fix this.*

*Spore smiles, guiding Moon to the bathroom.*

You'll need to put the aloe Vera on his arm while he's knocked out. He trust you, won't take it from you when he wakes up.

I'll make food. He likely won't want to eat, but if you give him some time he will.

He ate some earlier. I gave him some of my offerings. He ate at least a piece of bread and an eclair.

I don't think he's going to want to see me, for a bit. I told him about you and he thinks you're cool, but doesn't know youre him.

That's good. He'll hopefully keep thoes down. Unless he gets paranoid they were poisioned.

I... understand that. Though I'm not... entirely sure I want to see him. Has he mentioned anyone else?

*Spore gets out a glass bottle, filled with fresh aloe vera. And puts a little on their hand, before waiting for Moon to be ready.*

*Moon holds her arm up. She's having a hard time looking Spore in the eyes right now. Guilt is eating her up inside.*

You don't have to see him if you don't want to. If he won't talk to me, I can grab somebody else. Bomb knows about Watchers.

He mentioned some other people- uh, Taurtis, of course. Netty? There were others. I don't remember. He has memories of his real name and of them. So maybe he still can get out.

He should be out of it for the next few days. You can maybe rebuild some trust the next few days because of that.

Even if you can't get to him now, he leaves eventually. Just like I did.

*Moon puts incredible amounts of effort into not flinching away from Spore. It hurts and she doesnt want to be touched right now.*

I'll fix this....

*The eyes are fully awake. Their gaze is following Spore's hand as it makes its way around Moon's arm.*

*Once Spore is done they wash their hands free of the aloe.*

You don't need to do that alone. I promise you.

*They give Moon space, understanding how this all is hard.*

If- if I had seen the second cuff, or even just waited a little longer- I could have done it correctly and it would have been okay!

*She hugs herself, ignoring the pain from her arm.*

I'm gonna go check on him.

Lets not dwell on what-ifs, my dearest. You didn't know. Thoes things main theme is balance, symmetry. I can deal with them, do not worry.

*Sporw nods, starting putting things away.*

Okay, be safe. I love you.

They burned me and him. Just... be careful. They're strong.

*Moon looks back down at her hands, then up at Spore.*

I love you too.

*Moon walks to the doorway and looks back at Spore for a second.*

Thank you.

*Back in the room, Xelqua was in the corner. Just a puddle of feathers. His back raises and lowers with his breathing.*

*He blinks up at Moon blearily, no eyes formed.*

I'm very sorry. I didn't know it would hurt you like that. I shouldn't have assumed i was helping.

*He mumbles somthing incomprehensible before resting his head in his arms. His wings are just laying limp on the floor.*

... why..?

I want you to be free from them. From their cruelty.

That... wasn't the way I should have gone about that, though. I truly apologize for hurting you. You don't and will never deserve that.

Nuh uh... they can be nice...

Why did you wanna take them away..? They were fine. I don't understand you.

*He sits up, slowly. Letting his wings lay around him. He looks paler than before.*

I have yet to see an example of them showing benevolence.

*Moon's sleeve is burnt, and was rolled up so the aloe could be put on it. The eyes and burns are fully visible

I thought if you didnt have access to their twisted magic, then you might see them how i see them. They feed on hate and pain. I didnt want to give them your pain. I guess... I did, a bit.

Well my watchers aren't here. They can't feed on any of that, or whatever.

*He holds out his arm, looking at the burn marks on it, before hiding it back under him again.*

We match now.

*Moon realizes her arm was uncovered, and pulls the sleeve down. Her face contorts with pain as the cloth rubs against her skin. The eyes are still visibly glowing through the fabric.*

I... had the eyes before. That is why I dislike Watchers.

*She leans in the doorframe.*

I want to help, that is my intention.

But I am not good at helping mortals. I am finally getting a grasp on your physical needs, like sleep. But emotional needs are harder for me to assist with.

But you mortals do that. A lot. So I need to learn how to teach you to get away from relationships that arent beneficial in any way.

You don't need to hurt yourself for my sake.

*He sits up, curling in on himself and shivering.*

It was- only after that, they were... kinda assholes.

#ask moonbig #ask mother spore #“You bricked my fking window!” I love old grian clips

But- you had saftey before! You were only ever i danger because of them!

*She stops herself from yelling. Shes already scared him enough.*

You want to protect your friends and family. If you are hidden away in the void starving to death, then you cannot protect them.

*Somthing, or rather, someone, is watching the server. Purple eyes flicking around. Never staying for more than a second. Hiding within the forest, crouched curled up in a ball, is one of them.*

- @ask-yhs-grian

Dammit.

*Moon approaches cautiously. She know they can see her, so she keeps her head high and tries to look as fearless as possible.*

Why have you come to this land? I thought your people would have learned their lesson after last time.

*Xelqua stays biting his tounge through sobs, balling up once more. One set of wings wraps around him like a fluffy feather sheild. The other 2 sets flap erratically, trying to keep Moon away.*

I- I cant- stop- I-

*He pushes himself further into the wall, not caring about the qche and pain it gives to the base of his wings.*

*Moon dashes in, trying to get to the other cuff. Hes cornered. She can get to him. She can save him. She can fix everything, if he would just cooperate.*

LET ME HELP YOU!

*She makes a grab with her shoulders to hold him in place.*

*Xelqua screams, his wings trembling as a mixture of pain and exhaustion threaten to make him unconscious.*

*But he is cornered. And weak. And not in a state to do much magic. Even still he weakly thrashes in Moons hold. Still hiding his eyes, his real eyes, from her.*

*Before he goes limp. Completely limp. The cuff crackles dangerously.*

*Moon grabs the cuff.*

*Moon doesn't feel pain very often. Before this, her time burning to death as a human would probably be the most painful thing she's experienced.*

*But this magic hurts to a different level. It's like every molecule of her body, every 1 and 0, is being torn apart.*

*She teleports back with the cuff, dropping it as soon as she lands next to the other one.*

*Her hand is burned from the magic. Ropes of fresh purple marks run their way up her arm. They intertwine with the eyes already there.*

*The eyes are awake. Moon slams the door shut and cradles her arm as she keeps the door pushed shut. Her shoulders shudder with silent sobs.*

*As soon as he's let go, Xelqua falls forward, his wings cushioning his fall. He doesn't seem to be awake.*

*Spore, upon hearing the ruckus, the screams, shouts, rushes over to Moon. Hopeing desperately she's okay.*

Moon?!

Don't touch them-

*She yanks her hands back from Spore and looks at them. The purple light is searing into her mind.*

Don't touch me. I'm- he- I can fix this. I can fix it all. You should leave, go get safe. Get safe from me.

*Spore holds their hands to their chest, so similar to Xelqua. They glance at the cuffs, at Moon, at the eyes.*

... oh voids...

*They step forward to Moon, unafraid, kicking the cuffs further down the hall.*

My dearest, you don't need to do this alone. Please, let me help you. I know this cursed magic best. Let me help you.

It's my fault, so I need to protect him. I need to protect you.

*Moon takes another few steps back as Spore steps forward. Her back hits the door and she slides down and sits.*

I can fix... I can...

*She's shuddering. It's hard to tell if its the pain or the mental anguish causing it.*

I don't want you to get hurt by them again. By me again.

He is strong, I am strong. We're stronger together, you don't need to do this alone.

*Spore sits down next to Moon, but not touching her. They wont do that without her permission.*

I'm very sure he would absolutely hate being told you can 'fix him'.

*They giggle a little.*

Leave the watcher magic to me, my dearest. Ive delta with it once. I can do it again. You focus on this.

*They hold a hand over their heart.*

*Moon fliches as they get close to her, but doesnt move again. Her eyes are staring straight ahead into the opposite wall.*

I should have left him in the woods. I hurt him, and he will go back to them just the same as he would without me.

*She lifts her arm, looking at the new marks.*

I don't know what to do anymore. I-

*Following Spore's direction, she places her non-injured hand on her heart and takes a few deep breaths.*

I don't know what to do now. He's going to be punished if he goes back, but he has to. I think thats Grian hit by some sort of reverse baby ray. Aged him up right into your Watcher time.

You likely freaked him out, yes. But if you give him a little time to wake up, and talk to him truthfully. He'll listen to you. He may be scared, but he'll listen.

*Spore offers their hands.*

You won't hurt me. That magic has, but with your hands, it wont.

We'll figure this out. Keep him around, get him to realize the watchers are bad, and when he goes back he can rebel.

*Moon hesitates, but grabs one of Spore's hands with her own uninjured hand. Her other one stays at her side. She relaxes a bit as they touch, and her shoulders slump. The goddess leans on her wife.*

I'm sorry, Dearest.

Its okay. We'll get through this, like we always do.

*They smile softly, rubbing Moon's hand and placing it over their heart.*

Can I see your other hand? I think I know how to help.

*Moon hesitates, but holds up her other hand.*

It doesn't hurt as bad now. He has it much worse.

*The skin is burnt all along where the new marks are. How did this form burn, being just light itself? The Watchers are too strong.*

I think I deserve it though. Pain for pain.

*Spore frowns seeing it. But its no surprise. They remember a similar pain many years ago.*

I don't think you deserve it. Come on, lets get you some aloe Vera, and he'll also need some. Asap.

*They stand up, still holding onto Moon's hand.*

*Moon pulls herself up. She pulls her gaze away from the cuffs and looks at Spore.*

Okay. Let's go.

*She needs to fix this.*

*Spore smiles, guiding Moon to the bathroom.*

You'll need to put the aloe Vera on his arm while he's knocked out. He trust you, won't take it from you when he wakes up.

I'll make food. He likely won't want to eat, but if you give him some time he will.

He ate some earlier. I gave him some of my offerings. He ate at least a piece of bread and an eclair.

I don't think he's going to want to see me, for a bit. I told him about you and he thinks you're cool, but doesn't know youre him.

That's good. He'll hopefully keep thoes down. Unless he gets paranoid they were poisioned.

I... understand that. Though I'm not... entirely sure I want to see him. Has he mentioned anyone else?

*Spore gets out a glass bottle, filled with fresh aloe vera. And puts a little on their hand, before waiting for Moon to be ready.*

*Moon holds her arm up. She's having a hard time looking Spore in the eyes right now. Guilt is eating her up inside.*

You don't have to see him if you don't want to. If he won't talk to me, I can grab somebody else. Bomb knows about Watchers.

He mentioned some other people- uh, Taurtis, of course. Netty? There were others. I don't remember. He has memories of his real name and of them. So maybe he still can get out.

He should be out of it for the next few days. You can maybe rebuild some trust the next few days because of that.

Even if you can't get to him now, he leaves eventually. Just like I did.

*Moon puts incredible amounts of effort into not flinching away from Spore. It hurts and she doesnt want to be touched right now.*

I'll fix this....

*The eyes are fully awake. Their gaze is following Spore's hand as it makes its way around Moon's arm.*

*Once Spore is done they wash their hands free of the aloe.*

You don't need to do that alone. I promise you.

*They give Moon space, understanding how this all is hard.*

If- if I had seen the second cuff, or even just waited a little longer- I could have done it correctly and it would have been okay!

*She hugs herself, ignoring the pain from her arm.*

I'm gonna go check on him.

Lets not dwell on what-ifs, my dearest. You didn't know. Thoes things main theme is balance, symmetry. I can deal with them, do not worry.

*Sporw nods, starting putting things away.*

Okay, be safe. I love you.

They burned me and him. Just... be careful. They're strong.

*Moon looks back down at her hands, then up at Spore.*

I love you too.

*Moon walks to the doorway and looks back at Spore for a second.*

Thank you.

*Back in the room, Xelqua was in the corner. Just a puddle of feathers. His back raises and lowers with his breathing.*

*He blinks up at Moon blearily, no eyes formed.*

I'm very sorry. I didn't know it would hurt you like that. I shouldn't have assumed i was helping.

*He mumbles somthing incomprehensible before resting his head in his arms. His wings are just laying limp on the floor.*

... why..?

I want you to be free from them. From their cruelty.

That... wasn't the way I should have gone about that, though. I truly apologize for hurting you. You don't and will never deserve that.

Nuh uh... they can be nice...

Why did you wanna take them away..? They were fine. I don't understand you.

*He sits up, slowly. Letting his wings lay around him. He looks paler than before.*

I have yet to see an example of them showing benevolence.

*Moon's sleeve is burnt, and was rolled up so the aloe could be put on it. The eyes and burns are fully visible

I thought if you didnt have access to their twisted magic, then you might see them how i see them. They feed on hate and pain. I didnt want to give them your pain. I guess... I did, a bit.

Well my watchers aren't here. They can't feed on any of that, or whatever.

*He holds out his arm, looking at the burn marks on it, before hiding it back under him again.*

We match now.

*Moon realizes her arm was uncovered, and pulls the sleeve down. Her face contorts with pain as the cloth rubs against her skin. The eyes are still visibly glowing through the fabric.*

I... had the eyes before. That is why I dislike Watchers.

*She leans in the doorframe.*

I want to help, that is my intention.

But I am not good at helping mortals. I am finally getting a grasp on your physical needs, like sleep. But emotional needs are harder for me to assist with.

But you mortals do that. A lot. So I need to learn how to teach you to get away from relationships that arent beneficial in any way.

*Somthing, or rather, someone, is watching the server. Purple eyes flicking around. Never staying for more than a second. Hiding within the forest, crouched curled up in a ball, is one of them.*

- @ask-yhs-grian

Dammit.

*Moon approaches cautiously. She know they can see her, so she keeps her head high and tries to look as fearless as possible.*

Why have you come to this land? I thought your people would have learned their lesson after last time.

*Xelqua stays biting his tounge through sobs, balling up once more. One set of wings wraps around him like a fluffy feather sheild. The other 2 sets flap erratically, trying to keep Moon away.*

I- I cant- stop- I-

*He pushes himself further into the wall, not caring about the qche and pain it gives to the base of his wings.*

*Moon dashes in, trying to get to the other cuff. Hes cornered. She can get to him. She can save him. She can fix everything, if he would just cooperate.*

LET ME HELP YOU!

*She makes a grab with her shoulders to hold him in place.*

*Xelqua screams, his wings trembling as a mixture of pain and exhaustion threaten to make him unconscious.*

*But he is cornered. And weak. And not in a state to do much magic. Even still he weakly thrashes in Moons hold. Still hiding his eyes, his real eyes, from her.*

*Before he goes limp. Completely limp. The cuff crackles dangerously.*

*Moon grabs the cuff.*

*Moon doesn't feel pain very often. Before this, her time burning to death as a human would probably be the most painful thing she's experienced.*

*But this magic hurts to a different level. It's like every molecule of her body, every 1 and 0, is being torn apart.*

*She teleports back with the cuff, dropping it as soon as she lands next to the other one.*

*Her hand is burned from the magic. Ropes of fresh purple marks run their way up her arm. They intertwine with the eyes already there.*

*The eyes are awake. Moon slams the door shut and cradles her arm as she keeps the door pushed shut. Her shoulders shudder with silent sobs.*

*As soon as he's let go, Xelqua falls forward, his wings cushioning his fall. He doesn't seem to be awake.*

*Spore, upon hearing the ruckus, the screams, shouts, rushes over to Moon. Hopeing desperately she's okay.*

Moon?!

Don't touch them-

*She yanks her hands back from Spore and looks at them. The purple light is searing into her mind.*

Don't touch me. I'm- he- I can fix this. I can fix it all. You should leave, go get safe. Get safe from me.

*Spore holds their hands to their chest, so similar to Xelqua. They glance at the cuffs, at Moon, at the eyes.*

... oh voids...

*They step forward to Moon, unafraid, kicking the cuffs further down the hall.*

My dearest, you don't need to do this alone. Please, let me help you. I know this cursed magic best. Let me help you.

It's my fault, so I need to protect him. I need to protect you.

*Moon takes another few steps back as Spore steps forward. Her back hits the door and she slides down and sits.*

I can fix... I can...

*She's shuddering. It's hard to tell if its the pain or the mental anguish causing it.*

I don't want you to get hurt by them again. By me again.

He is strong, I am strong. We're stronger together, you don't need to do this alone.

*Spore sits down next to Moon, but not touching her. They wont do that without her permission.*

I'm very sure he would absolutely hate being told you can 'fix him'.

*They giggle a little.*

Leave the watcher magic to me, my dearest. Ive delta with it once. I can do it again. You focus on this.

*They hold a hand over their heart.*

*Moon fliches as they get close to her, but doesnt move again. Her eyes are staring straight ahead into the opposite wall.*

I should have left him in the woods. I hurt him, and he will go back to them just the same as he would without me.

*She lifts her arm, looking at the new marks.*

I don't know what to do anymore. I-

*Following Spore's direction, she places her non-injured hand on her heart and takes a few deep breaths.*

I don't know what to do now. He's going to be punished if he goes back, but he has to. I think thats Grian hit by some sort of reverse baby ray. Aged him up right into your Watcher time.

You likely freaked him out, yes. But if you give him a little time to wake up, and talk to him truthfully. He'll listen to you. He may be scared, but he'll listen.

*Spore offers their hands.*

You won't hurt me. That magic has, but with your hands, it wont.

We'll figure this out. Keep him around, get him to realize the watchers are bad, and when he goes back he can rebel.

*Moon hesitates, but grabs one of Spore's hands with her own uninjured hand. Her other one stays at her side. She relaxes a bit as they touch, and her shoulders slump. The goddess leans on her wife.*

I'm sorry, Dearest.

Its okay. We'll get through this, like we always do.

*They smile softly, rubbing Moon's hand and placing it over their heart.*

Can I see your other hand? I think I know how to help.

*Moon hesitates, but holds up her other hand.*

It doesn't hurt as bad now. He has it much worse.

*The skin is burnt all along where the new marks are. How did this form burn, being just light itself? The Watchers are too strong.*

I think I deserve it though. Pain for pain.

*Spore frowns seeing it. But its no surprise. They remember a similar pain many years ago.*

I don't think you deserve it. Come on, lets get you some aloe Vera, and he'll also need some. Asap.

*They stand up, still holding onto Moon's hand.*

*Moon pulls herself up. She pulls her gaze away from the cuffs and looks at Spore.*

Okay. Let's go.

*She needs to fix this.*

*Spore smiles, guiding Moon to the bathroom.*

You'll need to put the aloe Vera on his arm while he's knocked out. He trust you, won't take it from you when he wakes up.

I'll make food. He likely won't want to eat, but if you give him some time he will.

He ate some earlier. I gave him some of my offerings. He ate at least a piece of bread and an eclair.

I don't think he's going to want to see me, for a bit. I told him about you and he thinks you're cool, but doesn't know youre him.

That's good. He'll hopefully keep thoes down. Unless he gets paranoid they were poisioned.

I... understand that. Though I'm not... entirely sure I want to see him. Has he mentioned anyone else?

*Spore gets out a glass bottle, filled with fresh aloe vera. And puts a little on their hand, before waiting for Moon to be ready.*

*Moon holds her arm up. She's having a hard time looking Spore in the eyes right now. Guilt is eating her up inside.*

You don't have to see him if you don't want to. If he won't talk to me, I can grab somebody else. Bomb knows about Watchers.

He mentioned some other people- uh, Taurtis, of course. Netty? There were others. I don't remember. He has memories of his real name and of them. So maybe he still can get out.

He should be out of it for the next few days. You can maybe rebuild some trust the next few days because of that.

Even if you can't get to him now, he leaves eventually. Just like I did.

*Moon puts incredible amounts of effort into not flinching away from Spore. It hurts and she doesnt want to be touched right now.*

I'll fix this....

*The eyes are fully awake. Their gaze is following Spore's hand as it makes its way around Moon's arm.*

*Once Spore is done they wash their hands free of the aloe.*

You don't need to do that alone. I promise you.

*They give Moon space, understanding how this all is hard.*

If- if I had seen the second cuff, or even just waited a little longer- I could have done it correctly and it would have been okay!

*She hugs herself, ignoring the pain from her arm.*

I'm gonna go check on him.

Lets not dwell on what-ifs, my dearest. You didn't know. Thoes things main theme is balance, symmetry. I can deal with them, do not worry.

*Sporw nods, starting putting things away.*

Okay, be safe. I love you.

They burned me and him. Just... be careful. They're strong.

*Moon looks back down at her hands, then up at Spore.*

I love you too.

*Moon walks to the doorway and looks back at Spore for a second.*

Thank you.

*Back in the room, Xelqua was in the corner. Just a puddle of feathers. His back raises and lowers with his breathing.*

*He blinks up at Moon blearily, no eyes formed.*

I'm very sorry. I didn't know it would hurt you like that. I shouldn't have assumed i was helping.

*He mumbles somthing incomprehensible before resting his head in his arms. His wings are just laying limp on the floor.*

... why..?

I want you to be free from them. From their cruelty.

That... wasn't the way I should have gone about that, though. I truly apologize for hurting you. You don't and will never deserve that.

Nuh uh... they can be nice...

Why did you wanna take them away..? They were fine. I don't understand you.

*He sits up, slowly. Letting his wings lay around him. He looks paler than before.*

I have yet to see an example of them showing benevolence.

*Moon's sleeve is burnt, and was rolled up so the aloe could be put on it. The eyes and burns are fully visible

I thought if you didnt have access to their twisted magic, then you might see them how i see them. They feed on hate and pain. I didnt want to give them your pain. I guess... I did, a bit.

*Somthing, or rather, someone, is watching the server. Purple eyes flicking around. Never staying for more than a second. Hiding within the forest, crouched curled up in a ball, is one of them.*

- @ask-yhs-grian

Dammit.

*Moon approaches cautiously. She know they can see her, so she keeps her head high and tries to look as fearless as possible.*

Why have you come to this land? I thought your people would have learned their lesson after last time.

*Xelqua stays biting his tounge through sobs, balling up once more. One set of wings wraps around him like a fluffy feather sheild. The other 2 sets flap erratically, trying to keep Moon away.*

I- I cant- stop- I-

*He pushes himself further into the wall, not caring about the qche and pain it gives to the base of his wings.*

*Moon dashes in, trying to get to the other cuff. Hes cornered. She can get to him. She can save him. She can fix everything, if he would just cooperate.*

LET ME HELP YOU!

*She makes a grab with her shoulders to hold him in place.*

*Xelqua screams, his wings trembling as a mixture of pain and exhaustion threaten to make him unconscious.*

*But he is cornered. And weak. And not in a state to do much magic. Even still he weakly thrashes in Moons hold. Still hiding his eyes, his real eyes, from her.*

*Before he goes limp. Completely limp. The cuff crackles dangerously.*

*Moon grabs the cuff.*

*Moon doesn't feel pain very often. Before this, her time burning to death as a human would probably be the most painful thing she's experienced.*

*But this magic hurts to a different level. It's like every molecule of her body, every 1 and 0, is being torn apart.*

*She teleports back with the cuff, dropping it as soon as she lands next to the other one.*

*Her hand is burned from the magic. Ropes of fresh purple marks run their way up her arm. They intertwine with the eyes already there.*

*The eyes are awake. Moon slams the door shut and cradles her arm as she keeps the door pushed shut. Her shoulders shudder with silent sobs.*

*As soon as he's let go, Xelqua falls forward, his wings cushioning his fall. He doesn't seem to be awake.*

*Spore, upon hearing the ruckus, the screams, shouts, rushes over to Moon. Hopeing desperately she's okay.*

Moon?!

Don't touch them-

*She yanks her hands back from Spore and looks at them. The purple light is searing into her mind.*

Don't touch me. I'm- he- I can fix this. I can fix it all. You should leave, go get safe. Get safe from me.

*Spore holds their hands to their chest, so similar to Xelqua. They glance at the cuffs, at Moon, at the eyes.*

... oh voids...

*They step forward to Moon, unafraid, kicking the cuffs further down the hall.*

My dearest, you don't need to do this alone. Please, let me help you. I know this cursed magic best. Let me help you.

It's my fault, so I need to protect him. I need to protect you.

*Moon takes another few steps back as Spore steps forward. Her back hits the door and she slides down and sits.*

I can fix... I can...

*She's shuddering. It's hard to tell if its the pain or the mental anguish causing it.*

I don't want you to get hurt by them again. By me again.

He is strong, I am strong. We're stronger together, you don't need to do this alone.

*Spore sits down next to Moon, but not touching her. They wont do that without her permission.*

I'm very sure he would absolutely hate being told you can 'fix him'.

*They giggle a little.*

Leave the watcher magic to me, my dearest. Ive delta with it once. I can do it again. You focus on this.

*They hold a hand over their heart.*

*Moon fliches as they get close to her, but doesnt move again. Her eyes are staring straight ahead into the opposite wall.*

I should have left him in the woods. I hurt him, and he will go back to them just the same as he would without me.

*She lifts her arm, looking at the new marks.*

I don't know what to do anymore. I-

*Following Spore's direction, she places her non-injured hand on her heart and takes a few deep breaths.*

I don't know what to do now. He's going to be punished if he goes back, but he has to. I think thats Grian hit by some sort of reverse baby ray. Aged him up right into your Watcher time.

You likely freaked him out, yes. But if you give him a little time to wake up, and talk to him truthfully. He'll listen to you. He may be scared, but he'll listen.

*Spore offers their hands.*

You won't hurt me. That magic has, but with your hands, it wont.

We'll figure this out. Keep him around, get him to realize the watchers are bad, and when he goes back he can rebel.

*Moon hesitates, but grabs one of Spore's hands with her own uninjured hand. Her other one stays at her side. She relaxes a bit as they touch, and her shoulders slump. The goddess leans on her wife.*

I'm sorry, Dearest.

Its okay. We'll get through this, like we always do.

*They smile softly, rubbing Moon's hand and placing it over their heart.*

Can I see your other hand? I think I know how to help.

*Moon hesitates, but holds up her other hand.*

It doesn't hurt as bad now. He has it much worse.

*The skin is burnt all along where the new marks are. How did this form burn, being just light itself? The Watchers are too strong.*

I think I deserve it though. Pain for pain.

*Spore frowns seeing it. But its no surprise. They remember a similar pain many years ago.*

I don't think you deserve it. Come on, lets get you some aloe Vera, and he'll also need some. Asap.

*They stand up, still holding onto Moon's hand.*

*Moon pulls herself up. She pulls her gaze away from the cuffs and looks at Spore.*

Okay. Let's go.

*She needs to fix this.*

*Spore smiles, guiding Moon to the bathroom.*

You'll need to put the aloe Vera on his arm while he's knocked out. He trust you, won't take it from you when he wakes up.

I'll make food. He likely won't want to eat, but if you give him some time he will.

He ate some earlier. I gave him some of my offerings. He ate at least a piece of bread and an eclair.

I don't think he's going to want to see me, for a bit. I told him about you and he thinks you're cool, but doesn't know youre him.

That's good. He'll hopefully keep thoes down. Unless he gets paranoid they were poisioned.

I... understand that. Though I'm not... entirely sure I want to see him. Has he mentioned anyone else?

*Spore gets out a glass bottle, filled with fresh aloe vera. And puts a little on their hand, before waiting for Moon to be ready.*

*Moon holds her arm up. She's having a hard time looking Spore in the eyes right now. Guilt is eating her up inside.*

You don't have to see him if you don't want to. If he won't talk to me, I can grab somebody else. Bomb knows about Watchers.

He mentioned some other people- uh, Taurtis, of course. Netty? There were others. I don't remember. He has memories of his real name and of them. So maybe he still can get out.

He should be out of it for the next few days. You can maybe rebuild some trust the next few days because of that.

Even if you can't get to him now, he leaves eventually. Just like I did.

*Moon puts incredible amounts of effort into not flinching away from Spore. It hurts and she doesnt want to be touched right now.*

I'll fix this....

*The eyes are fully awake. Their gaze is following Spore's hand as it makes its way around Moon's arm.*

*Once Spore is done they wash their hands free of the aloe.*

You don't need to do that alone. I promise you.

*They give Moon space, understanding how this all is hard.*

If- if I had seen the second cuff, or even just waited a little longer- I could have done it correctly and it would have been okay!

*She hugs herself, ignoring the pain from her arm.*

I'm gonna go check on him.

Lets not dwell on what-ifs, my dearest. You didn't know. Thoes things main theme is balance, symmetry. I can deal with them, do not worry.

*Sporw nods, starting putting things away.*

Okay, be safe. I love you.

They burned me and him. Just... be careful. They're strong.

*Moon looks back down at her hands, then up at Spore.*

I love you too.

*Moon walks to the doorway and looks back at Spore for a second.*

Thank you.

*Back in the room, Xelqua was in the corner. Just a puddle of feathers. His back raises and lowers with his breathing.*

*He blinks up at Moon blearily, no eyes formed.*

I'm very sorry. I didn't know it would hurt you like that. I shouldn't have assumed i was helping.

*He mumbles somthing incomprehensible before resting his head in his arms. His wings are just laying limp on the floor.*

... why..?

I want you to be free from them. From their cruelty.

That... wasn't the way I should have gone about that, though. I truly apologize for hurting you. You don't and will never deserve that.

*Somthing, or rather, someone, is watching the server. Purple eyes flicking around. Never staying for more than a second. Hiding within the forest, crouched curled up in a ball, is one of them.*

- @ask-yhs-grian

Dammit.

*Moon approaches cautiously. She know they can see her, so she keeps her head high and tries to look as fearless as possible.*

Why have you come to this land? I thought your people would have learned their lesson after last time.

*Xelqua stays biting his tounge through sobs, balling up once more. One set of wings wraps around him like a fluffy feather sheild. The other 2 sets flap erratically, trying to keep Moon away.*

I- I cant- stop- I-

*He pushes himself further into the wall, not caring about the qche and pain it gives to the base of his wings.*

*Moon dashes in, trying to get to the other cuff. Hes cornered. She can get to him. She can save him. She can fix everything, if he would just cooperate.*

LET ME HELP YOU!

*She makes a grab with her shoulders to hold him in place.*

*Xelqua screams, his wings trembling as a mixture of pain and exhaustion threaten to make him unconscious.*

*But he is cornered. And weak. And not in a state to do much magic. Even still he weakly thrashes in Moons hold. Still hiding his eyes, his real eyes, from her.*

*Before he goes limp. Completely limp. The cuff crackles dangerously.*

*Moon grabs the cuff.*

*Moon doesn't feel pain very often. Before this, her time burning to death as a human would probably be the most painful thing she's experienced.*

*But this magic hurts to a different level. It's like every molecule of her body, every 1 and 0, is being torn apart.*

*She teleports back with the cuff, dropping it as soon as she lands next to the other one.*

*Her hand is burned from the magic. Ropes of fresh purple marks run their way up her arm. They intertwine with the eyes already there.*

*The eyes are awake. Moon slams the door shut and cradles her arm as she keeps the door pushed shut. Her shoulders shudder with silent sobs.*

*As soon as he's let go, Xelqua falls forward, his wings cushioning his fall. He doesn't seem to be awake.*

*Spore, upon hearing the ruckus, the screams, shouts, rushes over to Moon. Hopeing desperately she's okay.*

Moon?!

Don't touch them-

*She yanks her hands back from Spore and looks at them. The purple light is searing into her mind.*

Don't touch me. I'm- he- I can fix this. I can fix it all. You should leave, go get safe. Get safe from me.

*Spore holds their hands to their chest, so similar to Xelqua. They glance at the cuffs, at Moon, at the eyes.*

... oh voids...

*They step forward to Moon, unafraid, kicking the cuffs further down the hall.*

My dearest, you don't need to do this alone. Please, let me help you. I know this cursed magic best. Let me help you.

It's my fault, so I need to protect him. I need to protect you.

*Moon takes another few steps back as Spore steps forward. Her back hits the door and she slides down and sits.*

I can fix... I can...

*She's shuddering. It's hard to tell if its the pain or the mental anguish causing it.*

I don't want you to get hurt by them again. By me again.

He is strong, I am strong. We're stronger together, you don't need to do this alone.

*Spore sits down next to Moon, but not touching her. They wont do that without her permission.*

I'm very sure he would absolutely hate being told you can 'fix him'.

*They giggle a little.*

Leave the watcher magic to me, my dearest. Ive delta with it once. I can do it again. You focus on this.

*They hold a hand over their heart.*

*Moon fliches as they get close to her, but doesnt move again. Her eyes are staring straight ahead into the opposite wall.*

I should have left him in the woods. I hurt him, and he will go back to them just the same as he would without me.

*She lifts her arm, looking at the new marks.*

I don't know what to do anymore. I-

*Following Spore's direction, she places her non-injured hand on her heart and takes a few deep breaths.*

I don't know what to do now. He's going to be punished if he goes back, but he has to. I think thats Grian hit by some sort of reverse baby ray. Aged him up right into your Watcher time.

You likely freaked him out, yes. But if you give him a little time to wake up, and talk to him truthfully. He'll listen to you. He may be scared, but he'll listen.

*Spore offers their hands.*

You won't hurt me. That magic has, but with your hands, it wont.

We'll figure this out. Keep him around, get him to realize the watchers are bad, and when he goes back he can rebel.

*Moon hesitates, but grabs one of Spore's hands with her own uninjured hand. Her other one stays at her side. She relaxes a bit as they touch, and her shoulders slump. The goddess leans on her wife.*

I'm sorry, Dearest.

Its okay. We'll get through this, like we always do.

*They smile softly, rubbing Moon's hand and placing it over their heart.*

Can I see your other hand? I think I know how to help.

*Moon hesitates, but holds up her other hand.*

It doesn't hurt as bad now. He has it much worse.

*The skin is burnt all along where the new marks are. How did this form burn, being just light itself? The Watchers are too strong.*

I think I deserve it though. Pain for pain.

*Spore frowns seeing it. But its no surprise. They remember a similar pain many years ago.*

I don't think you deserve it. Come on, lets get you some aloe Vera, and he'll also need some. Asap.

*They stand up, still holding onto Moon's hand.*

*Moon pulls herself up. She pulls her gaze away from the cuffs and looks at Spore.*

Okay. Let's go.

*She needs to fix this.*

*Spore smiles, guiding Moon to the bathroom.*

You'll need to put the aloe Vera on his arm while he's knocked out. He trust you, won't take it from you when he wakes up.

I'll make food. He likely won't want to eat, but if you give him some time he will.

He ate some earlier. I gave him some of my offerings. He ate at least a piece of bread and an eclair.

I don't think he's going to want to see me, for a bit. I told him about you and he thinks you're cool, but doesn't know youre him.

That's good. He'll hopefully keep thoes down. Unless he gets paranoid they were poisioned.

I... understand that. Though I'm not... entirely sure I want to see him. Has he mentioned anyone else?

*Spore gets out a glass bottle, filled with fresh aloe vera. And puts a little on their hand, before waiting for Moon to be ready.*

*Moon holds her arm up. She's having a hard time looking Spore in the eyes right now. Guilt is eating her up inside.*

You don't have to see him if you don't want to. If he won't talk to me, I can grab somebody else. Bomb knows about Watchers.

He mentioned some other people- uh, Taurtis, of course. Netty? There were others. I don't remember. He has memories of his real name and of them. So maybe he still can get out.

He should be out of it for the next few days. You can maybe rebuild some trust the next few days because of that.

Even if you can't get to him now, he leaves eventually. Just like I did.

*Moon puts incredible amounts of effort into not flinching away from Spore. It hurts and she doesnt want to be touched right now.*

I'll fix this....

*The eyes are fully awake. Their gaze is following Spore's hand as it makes its way around Moon's arm.*

*Once Spore is done they wash their hands free of the aloe.*

You don't need to do that alone. I promise you.

*They give Moon space, understanding how this all is hard.*

If- if I had seen the second cuff, or even just waited a little longer- I could have done it correctly and it would have been okay!

*She hugs herself, ignoring the pain from her arm.*

I'm gonna go check on him.

Lets not dwell on what-ifs, my dearest. You didn't know. Thoes things main theme is balance, symmetry. I can deal with them, do not worry.

*Sporw nods, starting putting things away.*

Okay, be safe. I love you.

They burned me and him. Just... be careful. They're strong.

*Moon looks back down at her hands, then up at Spore.*

I love you too.

*Moon walks to the doorway and looks back at Spore for a second.*

Thank you.

*Back in the room, Xelqua was in the corner. Just a puddle of feathers. His back raises and lowers with his breathing.*

*He blinks up at Moon blearily, no eyes formed.*

I'm very sorry. I didn't know it would hurt you like that. I shouldn't have assumed i was helping.

*Somthing, or rather, someone, is watching the server. Purple eyes flicking around. Never staying for more than a second. Hiding within the forest, crouched curled up in a ball, is one of them.*

- @ask-yhs-grian

Dammit.

*Moon approaches cautiously. She know they can see her, so she keeps her head high and tries to look as fearless as possible.*

Why have you come to this land? I thought your people would have learned their lesson after last time.

*Xelqua stays biting his tounge through sobs, balling up once more. One set of wings wraps around him like a fluffy feather sheild. The other 2 sets flap erratically, trying to keep Moon away.*

I- I cant- stop- I-

*He pushes himself further into the wall, not caring about the qche and pain it gives to the base of his wings.*

*Moon dashes in, trying to get to the other cuff. Hes cornered. She can get to him. She can save him. She can fix everything, if he would just cooperate.*

LET ME HELP YOU!

*She makes a grab with her shoulders to hold him in place.*

*Xelqua screams, his wings trembling as a mixture of pain and exhaustion threaten to make him unconscious.*

*But he is cornered. And weak. And not in a state to do much magic. Even still he weakly thrashes in Moons hold. Still hiding his eyes, his real eyes, from her.*

*Before he goes limp. Completely limp. The cuff crackles dangerously.*

*Moon grabs the cuff.*

*Moon doesn't feel pain very often. Before this, her time burning to death as a human would probably be the most painful thing she's experienced.*

*But this magic hurts to a different level. It's like every molecule of her body, every 1 and 0, is being torn apart.*

*She teleports back with the cuff, dropping it as soon as she lands next to the other one.*

*Her hand is burned from the magic. Ropes of fresh purple marks run their way up her arm. They intertwine with the eyes already there.*

*The eyes are awake. Moon slams the door shut and cradles her arm as she keeps the door pushed shut. Her shoulders shudder with silent sobs.*

*As soon as he's let go, Xelqua falls forward, his wings cushioning his fall. He doesn't seem to be awake.*

*Spore, upon hearing the ruckus, the screams, shouts, rushes over to Moon. Hopeing desperately she's okay.*

Moon?!

Don't touch them-

*She yanks her hands back from Spore and looks at them. The purple light is searing into her mind.*

Don't touch me. I'm- he- I can fix this. I can fix it all. You should leave, go get safe. Get safe from me.

*Spore holds their hands to their chest, so similar to Xelqua. They glance at the cuffs, at Moon, at the eyes.*

... oh voids...

*They step forward to Moon, unafraid, kicking the cuffs further down the hall.*

My dearest, you don't need to do this alone. Please, let me help you. I know this cursed magic best. Let me help you.

It's my fault, so I need to protect him. I need to protect you.

*Moon takes another few steps back as Spore steps forward. Her back hits the door and she slides down and sits.*

I can fix... I can...

*She's shuddering. It's hard to tell if its the pain or the mental anguish causing it.*

I don't want you to get hurt by them again. By me again.

He is strong, I am strong. We're stronger together, you don't need to do this alone.

*Spore sits down next to Moon, but not touching her. They wont do that without her permission.*

I'm very sure he would absolutely hate being told you can 'fix him'.

*They giggle a little.*

Leave the watcher magic to me, my dearest. Ive delta with it once. I can do it again. You focus on this.

*They hold a hand over their heart.*

*Moon fliches as they get close to her, but doesnt move again. Her eyes are staring straight ahead into the opposite wall.*

I should have left him in the woods. I hurt him, and he will go back to them just the same as he would without me.

*She lifts her arm, looking at the new marks.*

I don't know what to do anymore. I-

*Following Spore's direction, she places her non-injured hand on her heart and takes a few deep breaths.*

I don't know what to do now. He's going to be punished if he goes back, but he has to. I think thats Grian hit by some sort of reverse baby ray. Aged him up right into your Watcher time.

You likely freaked him out, yes. But if you give him a little time to wake up, and talk to him truthfully. He'll listen to you. He may be scared, but he'll listen.

*Spore offers their hands.*

You won't hurt me. That magic has, but with your hands, it wont.

We'll figure this out. Keep him around, get him to realize the watchers are bad, and when he goes back he can rebel.

*Moon hesitates, but grabs one of Spore's hands with her own uninjured hand. Her other one stays at her side. She relaxes a bit as they touch, and her shoulders slump. The goddess leans on her wife.*

I'm sorry, Dearest.

Its okay. We'll get through this, like we always do.

*They smile softly, rubbing Moon's hand and placing it over their heart.*

Can I see your other hand? I think I know how to help.

*Moon hesitates, but holds up her other hand.*

It doesn't hurt as bad now. He has it much worse.

*The skin is burnt all along where the new marks are. How did this form burn, being just light itself? The Watchers are too strong.*

I think I deserve it though. Pain for pain.

*Spore frowns seeing it. But its no surprise. They remember a similar pain many years ago.*

I don't think you deserve it. Come on, lets get you some aloe Vera, and he'll also need some. Asap.

*They stand up, still holding onto Moon's hand.*

*Moon pulls herself up. She pulls her gaze away from the cuffs and looks at Spore.*

Okay. Let's go.

*She needs to fix this.*

*Spore smiles, guiding Moon to the bathroom.*

You'll need to put the aloe Vera on his arm while he's knocked out. He trust you, won't take it from you when he wakes up.

I'll make food. He likely won't want to eat, but if you give him some time he will.

He ate some earlier. I gave him some of my offerings. He ate at least a piece of bread and an eclair.

I don't think he's going to want to see me, for a bit. I told him about you and he thinks you're cool, but doesn't know youre him.

That's good. He'll hopefully keep thoes down. Unless he gets paranoid they were poisioned.

I... understand that. Though I'm not... entirely sure I want to see him. Has he mentioned anyone else?

*Spore gets out a glass bottle, filled with fresh aloe vera. And puts a little on their hand, before waiting for Moon to be ready.*

*Moon holds her arm up. She's having a hard time looking Spore in the eyes right now. Guilt is eating her up inside.*

You don't have to see him if you don't want to. If he won't talk to me, I can grab somebody else. Bomb knows about Watchers.

He mentioned some other people- uh, Taurtis, of course. Netty? There were others. I don't remember. He has memories of his real name and of them. So maybe he still can get out.

He should be out of it for the next few days. You can maybe rebuild some trust the next few days because of that.

Even if you can't get to him now, he leaves eventually. Just like I did.

*Moon puts incredible amounts of effort into not flinching away from Spore. It hurts and she doesnt want to be touched right now.*

I'll fix this....

*The eyes are fully awake. Their gaze is following Spore's hand as it makes its way around Moon's arm.*

*Once Spore is done they wash their hands free of the aloe.*

You don't need to do that alone. I promise you.

*They give Moon space, understanding how this all is hard.*

If- if I had seen the second cuff, or even just waited a little longer- I could have done it correctly and it would have been okay!

*She hugs herself, ignoring the pain from her arm.*

I'm gonna go check on him.

Lets not dwell on what-ifs, my dearest. You didn't know. Thoes things main theme is balance, symmetry. I can deal with them, do not worry.

*Sporw nods, starting putting things away.*

Okay, be safe. I love you.

#ask moonbig #ask mother spore #Maybe i can project my gender crisis onto moon soon too #Projecting onto ocs to get past things youre upset about is healthy right? 😭

They burned me and him. Just... be careful. They're strong.

*Moon looks back down at her hands, then up at Spore.*

I love you too.

*Moon walks to the doorway and looks back at Spore for a second.*

Thank you.

*Somthing, or rather, someone, is watching the server. Purple eyes flicking around. Never staying for more than a second. Hiding within the forest, crouched curled up in a ball, is one of them.*

- @ask-yhs-grian

Dammit.

*Moon approaches cautiously. She know they can see her, so she keeps her head high and tries to look as fearless as possible.*

Why have you come to this land? I thought your people would have learned their lesson after last time.

*Xelqua stays biting his tounge through sobs, balling up once more. One set of wings wraps around him like a fluffy feather sheild. The other 2 sets flap erratically, trying to keep Moon away.*

I- I cant- stop- I-

*He pushes himself further into the wall, not caring about the qche and pain it gives to the base of his wings.*

*Moon dashes in, trying to get to the other cuff. Hes cornered. She can get to him. She can save him. She can fix everything, if he would just cooperate.*

LET ME HELP YOU!

*She makes a grab with her shoulders to hold him in place.*

*Xelqua screams, his wings trembling as a mixture of pain and exhaustion threaten to make him unconscious.*

*But he is cornered. And weak. And not in a state to do much magic. Even still he weakly thrashes in Moons hold. Still hiding his eyes, his real eyes, from her.*

*Before he goes limp. Completely limp. The cuff crackles dangerously.*

*Moon grabs the cuff.*

*Moon doesn't feel pain very often. Before this, her time burning to death as a human would probably be the most painful thing she's experienced.*

*But this magic hurts to a different level. It's like every molecule of her body, every 1 and 0, is being torn apart.*

*She teleports back with the cuff, dropping it as soon as she lands next to the other one.*

*Her hand is burned from the magic. Ropes of fresh purple marks run their way up her arm. They intertwine with the eyes already there.*

*The eyes are awake. Moon slams the door shut and cradles her arm as she keeps the door pushed shut. Her shoulders shudder with silent sobs.*

*As soon as he's let go, Xelqua falls forward, his wings cushioning his fall. He doesn't seem to be awake.*

*Spore, upon hearing the ruckus, the screams, shouts, rushes over to Moon. Hopeing desperately she's okay.*

Moon?!

Don't touch them-

*She yanks her hands back from Spore and looks at them. The purple light is searing into her mind.*

Don't touch me. I'm- he- I can fix this. I can fix it all. You should leave, go get safe. Get safe from me.

*Spore holds their hands to their chest, so similar to Xelqua. They glance at the cuffs, at Moon, at the eyes.*

... oh voids...

*They step forward to Moon, unafraid, kicking the cuffs further down the hall.*

My dearest, you don't need to do this alone. Please, let me help you. I know this cursed magic best. Let me help you.

It's my fault, so I need to protect him. I need to protect you.

*Moon takes another few steps back as Spore steps forward. Her back hits the door and she slides down and sits.*

I can fix... I can...

*She's shuddering. It's hard to tell if its the pain or the mental anguish causing it.*

I don't want you to get hurt by them again. By me again.

He is strong, I am strong. We're stronger together, you don't need to do this alone.

*Spore sits down next to Moon, but not touching her. They wont do that without her permission.*

I'm very sure he would absolutely hate being told you can 'fix him'.

*They giggle a little.*

Leave the watcher magic to me, my dearest. Ive delta with it once. I can do it again. You focus on this.

*They hold a hand over their heart.*

*Moon fliches as they get close to her, but doesnt move again. Her eyes are staring straight ahead into the opposite wall.*

I should have left him in the woods. I hurt him, and he will go back to them just the same as he would without me.

*She lifts her arm, looking at the new marks.*

I don't know what to do anymore. I-

*Following Spore's direction, she places her non-injured hand on her heart and takes a few deep breaths.*

I don't know what to do now. He's going to be punished if he goes back, but he has to. I think thats Grian hit by some sort of reverse baby ray. Aged him up right into your Watcher time.

You likely freaked him out, yes. But if you give him a little time to wake up, and talk to him truthfully. He'll listen to you. He may be scared, but he'll listen.

*Spore offers their hands.*

You won't hurt me. That magic has, but with your hands, it wont.

We'll figure this out. Keep him around, get him to realize the watchers are bad, and when he goes back he can rebel.

*Moon hesitates, but grabs one of Spore's hands with her own uninjured hand. Her other one stays at her side. She relaxes a bit as they touch, and her shoulders slump. The goddess leans on her wife.*

I'm sorry, Dearest.

Its okay. We'll get through this, like we always do.

*They smile softly, rubbing Moon's hand and placing it over their heart.*

Can I see your other hand? I think I know how to help.

*Moon hesitates, but holds up her other hand.*

It doesn't hurt as bad now. He has it much worse.

*The skin is burnt all along where the new marks are. How did this form burn, being just light itself? The Watchers are too strong.*

I think I deserve it though. Pain for pain.

*Spore frowns seeing it. But its no surprise. They remember a similar pain many years ago.*

I don't think you deserve it. Come on, lets get you some aloe Vera, and he'll also need some. Asap.

*They stand up, still holding onto Moon's hand.*

*Moon pulls herself up. She pulls her gaze away from the cuffs and looks at Spore.*

Okay. Let's go.

*She needs to fix this.*

*Spore smiles, guiding Moon to the bathroom.*

You'll need to put the aloe Vera on his arm while he's knocked out. He trust you, won't take it from you when he wakes up.

I'll make food. He likely won't want to eat, but if you give him some time he will.

He ate some earlier. I gave him some of my offerings. He ate at least a piece of bread and an eclair.

I don't think he's going to want to see me, for a bit. I told him about you and he thinks you're cool, but doesn't know youre him.

That's good. He'll hopefully keep thoes down. Unless he gets paranoid they were poisioned.

I... understand that. Though I'm not... entirely sure I want to see him. Has he mentioned anyone else?

*Spore gets out a glass bottle, filled with fresh aloe vera. And puts a little on their hand, before waiting for Moon to be ready.*

*Moon holds her arm up. She's having a hard time looking Spore in the eyes right now. Guilt is eating her up inside.*

You don't have to see him if you don't want to. If he won't talk to me, I can grab somebody else. Bomb knows about Watchers.

He mentioned some other people- uh, Taurtis, of course. Netty? There were others. I don't remember. He has memories of his real name and of them. So maybe he still can get out.

He should be out of it for the next few days. You can maybe rebuild some trust the next few days because of that.

Even if you can't get to him now, he leaves eventually. Just like I did.

*Moon puts incredible amounts of effort into not flinching away from Spore. It hurts and she doesnt want to be touched right now.*

I'll fix this....

*The eyes are fully awake. Their gaze is following Spore's hand as it makes its way around Moon's arm.*

*Once Spore is done they wash their hands free of the aloe.*

You don't need to do that alone. I promise you.

*They give Moon space, understanding how this all is hard.*

If- if I had seen the second cuff, or even just waited a little longer- I could have done it correctly and it would have been okay!

*She hugs herself, ignoring the pain from her arm.*

I'm gonna go check on him.

*Somthing, or rather, someone, is watching the server. Purple eyes flicking around. Never staying for more than a second. Hiding within the forest, crouched curled up in a ball, is one of them.*

- @ask-yhs-grian

Dammit.

*Moon approaches cautiously. She know they can see her, so she keeps her head high and tries to look as fearless as possible.*

Why have you come to this land? I thought your people would have learned their lesson after last time.

*Xelqua stays biting his tounge through sobs, balling up once more. One set of wings wraps around him like a fluffy feather sheild. The other 2 sets flap erratically, trying to keep Moon away.*

I- I cant- stop- I-

*He pushes himself further into the wall, not caring about the qche and pain it gives to the base of his wings.*

*Moon dashes in, trying to get to the other cuff. Hes cornered. She can get to him. She can save him. She can fix everything, if he would just cooperate.*

LET ME HELP YOU!

*She makes a grab with her shoulders to hold him in place.*

*Xelqua screams, his wings trembling as a mixture of pain and exhaustion threaten to make him unconscious.*

*But he is cornered. And weak. And not in a state to do much magic. Even still he weakly thrashes in Moons hold. Still hiding his eyes, his real eyes, from her.*

*Before he goes limp. Completely limp. The cuff crackles dangerously.*

*Moon grabs the cuff.*

*Moon doesn't feel pain very often. Before this, her time burning to death as a human would probably be the most painful thing she's experienced.*

*But this magic hurts to a different level. It's like every molecule of her body, every 1 and 0, is being torn apart.*

*She teleports back with the cuff, dropping it as soon as she lands next to the other one.*

*Her hand is burned from the magic. Ropes of fresh purple marks run their way up her arm. They intertwine with the eyes already there.*

*The eyes are awake. Moon slams the door shut and cradles her arm as she keeps the door pushed shut. Her shoulders shudder with silent sobs.*

*As soon as he's let go, Xelqua falls forward, his wings cushioning his fall. He doesn't seem to be awake.*

*Spore, upon hearing the ruckus, the screams, shouts, rushes over to Moon. Hopeing desperately she's okay.*

Moon?!

Don't touch them-

*She yanks her hands back from Spore and looks at them. The purple light is searing into her mind.*

Don't touch me. I'm- he- I can fix this. I can fix it all. You should leave, go get safe. Get safe from me.

*Spore holds their hands to their chest, so similar to Xelqua. They glance at the cuffs, at Moon, at the eyes.*

... oh voids...

*They step forward to Moon, unafraid, kicking the cuffs further down the hall.*

My dearest, you don't need to do this alone. Please, let me help you. I know this cursed magic best. Let me help you.

It's my fault, so I need to protect him. I need to protect you.

*Moon takes another few steps back as Spore steps forward. Her back hits the door and she slides down and sits.*

I can fix... I can...

*She's shuddering. It's hard to tell if its the pain or the mental anguish causing it.*

I don't want you to get hurt by them again. By me again.

He is strong, I am strong. We're stronger together, you don't need to do this alone.

*Spore sits down next to Moon, but not touching her. They wont do that without her permission.*

I'm very sure he would absolutely hate being told you can 'fix him'.

*They giggle a little.*

Leave the watcher magic to me, my dearest. Ive delta with it once. I can do it again. You focus on this.

*They hold a hand over their heart.*

*Moon fliches as they get close to her, but doesnt move again. Her eyes are staring straight ahead into the opposite wall.*

I should have left him in the woods. I hurt him, and he will go back to them just the same as he would without me.

*She lifts her arm, looking at the new marks.*

I don't know what to do anymore. I-

*Following Spore's direction, she places her non-injured hand on her heart and takes a few deep breaths.*

I don't know what to do now. He's going to be punished if he goes back, but he has to. I think thats Grian hit by some sort of reverse baby ray. Aged him up right into your Watcher time.

You likely freaked him out, yes. But if you give him a little time to wake up, and talk to him truthfully. He'll listen to you. He may be scared, but he'll listen.

*Spore offers their hands.*

You won't hurt me. That magic has, but with your hands, it wont.

We'll figure this out. Keep him around, get him to realize the watchers are bad, and when he goes back he can rebel.

*Moon hesitates, but grabs one of Spore's hands with her own uninjured hand. Her other one stays at her side. She relaxes a bit as they touch, and her shoulders slump. The goddess leans on her wife.*

I'm sorry, Dearest.

Its okay. We'll get through this, like we always do.

*They smile softly, rubbing Moon's hand and placing it over their heart.*

Can I see your other hand? I think I know how to help.

*Moon hesitates, but holds up her other hand.*

It doesn't hurt as bad now. He has it much worse.

*The skin is burnt all along where the new marks are. How did this form burn, being just light itself? The Watchers are too strong.*

I think I deserve it though. Pain for pain.

*Spore frowns seeing it. But its no surprise. They remember a similar pain many years ago.*

I don't think you deserve it. Come on, lets get you some aloe Vera, and he'll also need some. Asap.

*They stand up, still holding onto Moon's hand.*

*Moon pulls herself up. She pulls her gaze away from the cuffs and looks at Spore.*

Okay. Let's go.

*She needs to fix this.*

*Spore smiles, guiding Moon to the bathroom.*

You'll need to put the aloe Vera on his arm while he's knocked out. He trust you, won't take it from you when he wakes up.

I'll make food. He likely won't want to eat, but if you give him some time he will.

He ate some earlier. I gave him some of my offerings. He ate at least a piece of bread and an eclair.

I don't think he's going to want to see me, for a bit. I told him about you and he thinks you're cool, but doesn't know youre him.

That's good. He'll hopefully keep thoes down. Unless he gets paranoid they were poisioned.

I... understand that. Though I'm not... entirely sure I want to see him. Has he mentioned anyone else?

*Spore gets out a glass bottle, filled with fresh aloe vera. And puts a little on their hand, before waiting for Moon to be ready.*

*Moon holds her arm up. She's having a hard time looking Spore in the eyes right now. Guilt is eating her up inside.*

You don't have to see him if you don't want to. If he won't talk to me, I can grab somebody else. Bomb knows about Watchers.

He mentioned some other people- uh, Taurtis, of course. Netty? There were others. I don't remember. He has memories of his real name and of them. So maybe he still can get out.

He should be out of it for the next few days. You can maybe rebuild some trust the next few days because of that.

Even if you can't get to him now, he leaves eventually. Just like I did.

*Moon puts incredible amounts of effort into not flinching away from Spore. It hurts and she doesnt want to be touched right now.*

I'll fix this....

*The eyes are fully awake. Their gaze is following Spore's hand as it makes its way around Moon's arm.*

*Somthing, or rather, someone, is watching the server. Purple eyes flicking around. Never staying for more than a second. Hiding within the forest, crouched curled up in a ball, is one of them.*

- @ask-yhs-grian

Dammit.

*Moon approaches cautiously. She know they can see her, so she keeps her head high and tries to look as fearless as possible.*

Why have you come to this land? I thought your people would have learned their lesson after last time.

*Xelqua stays biting his tounge through sobs, balling up once more. One set of wings wraps around him like a fluffy feather sheild. The other 2 sets flap erratically, trying to keep Moon away.*

I- I cant- stop- I-

*He pushes himself further into the wall, not caring about the qche and pain it gives to the base of his wings.*

*Moon dashes in, trying to get to the other cuff. Hes cornered. She can get to him. She can save him. She can fix everything, if he would just cooperate.*

LET ME HELP YOU!

*She makes a grab with her shoulders to hold him in place.*

*Xelqua screams, his wings trembling as a mixture of pain and exhaustion threaten to make him unconscious.*

*But he is cornered. And weak. And not in a state to do much magic. Even still he weakly thrashes in Moons hold. Still hiding his eyes, his real eyes, from her.*

*Before he goes limp. Completely limp. The cuff crackles dangerously.*

*Moon grabs the cuff.*

*Moon doesn't feel pain very often. Before this, her time burning to death as a human would probably be the most painful thing she's experienced.*

*But this magic hurts to a different level. It's like every molecule of her body, every 1 and 0, is being torn apart.*

*She teleports back with the cuff, dropping it as soon as she lands next to the other one.*

*Her hand is burned from the magic. Ropes of fresh purple marks run their way up her arm. They intertwine with the eyes already there.*

*The eyes are awake. Moon slams the door shut and cradles her arm as she keeps the door pushed shut. Her shoulders shudder with silent sobs.*

*As soon as he's let go, Xelqua falls forward, his wings cushioning his fall. He doesn't seem to be awake.*

*Spore, upon hearing the ruckus, the screams, shouts, rushes over to Moon. Hopeing desperately she's okay.*

Moon?!

Don't touch them-

*She yanks her hands back from Spore and looks at them. The purple light is searing into her mind.*

Don't touch me. I'm- he- I can fix this. I can fix it all. You should leave, go get safe. Get safe from me.

*Spore holds their hands to their chest, so similar to Xelqua. They glance at the cuffs, at Moon, at the eyes.*

... oh voids...

*They step forward to Moon, unafraid, kicking the cuffs further down the hall.*

My dearest, you don't need to do this alone. Please, let me help you. I know this cursed magic best. Let me help you.

It's my fault, so I need to protect him. I need to protect you.

*Moon takes another few steps back as Spore steps forward. Her back hits the door and she slides down and sits.*

I can fix... I can...

*She's shuddering. It's hard to tell if its the pain or the mental anguish causing it.*

I don't want you to get hurt by them again. By me again.

He is strong, I am strong. We're stronger together, you don't need to do this alone.

*Spore sits down next to Moon, but not touching her. They wont do that without her permission.*

I'm very sure he would absolutely hate being told you can 'fix him'.

*They giggle a little.*

Leave the watcher magic to me, my dearest. Ive delta with it once. I can do it again. You focus on this.

*They hold a hand over their heart.*

*Moon fliches as they get close to her, but doesnt move again. Her eyes are staring straight ahead into the opposite wall.*

I should have left him in the woods. I hurt him, and he will go back to them just the same as he would without me.

*She lifts her arm, looking at the new marks.*

I don't know what to do anymore. I-

*Following Spore's direction, she places her non-injured hand on her heart and takes a few deep breaths.*

I don't know what to do now. He's going to be punished if he goes back, but he has to. I think thats Grian hit by some sort of reverse baby ray. Aged him up right into your Watcher time.

You likely freaked him out, yes. But if you give him a little time to wake up, and talk to him truthfully. He'll listen to you. He may be scared, but he'll listen.

*Spore offers their hands.*

You won't hurt me. That magic has, but with your hands, it wont.

We'll figure this out. Keep him around, get him to realize the watchers are bad, and when he goes back he can rebel.

*Moon hesitates, but grabs one of Spore's hands with her own uninjured hand. Her other one stays at her side. She relaxes a bit as they touch, and her shoulders slump. The goddess leans on her wife.*

I'm sorry, Dearest.

Its okay. We'll get through this, like we always do.

*They smile softly, rubbing Moon's hand and placing it over their heart.*

Can I see your other hand? I think I know how to help.

*Moon hesitates, but holds up her other hand.*

It doesn't hurt as bad now. He has it much worse.

*The skin is burnt all along where the new marks are. How did this form burn, being just light itself? The Watchers are too strong.*

I think I deserve it though. Pain for pain.

*Spore frowns seeing it. But its no surprise. They remember a similar pain many years ago.*

I don't think you deserve it. Come on, lets get you some aloe Vera, and he'll also need some. Asap.

*They stand up, still holding onto Moon's hand.*

*Moon pulls herself up. She pulls her gaze away from the cuffs and looks at Spore.*

Okay. Let's go.

*She needs to fix this.*

*Spore smiles, guiding Moon to the bathroom.*

You'll need to put the aloe Vera on his arm while he's knocked out. He trust you, won't take it from you when he wakes up.

I'll make food. He likely won't want to eat, but if you give him some time he will.

He ate some earlier. I gave him some of my offerings. He ate at least a piece of bread and an eclair.

I don't think he's going to want to see me, for a bit. I told him about you and he thinks you're cool, but doesn't know youre him.

That's good. He'll hopefully keep thoes down. Unless he gets paranoid they were poisioned.

I... understand that. Though I'm not... entirely sure I want to see him. Has he mentioned anyone else?

*Spore gets out a glass bottle, filled with fresh aloe vera. And puts a little on their hand, before waiting for Moon to be ready.*

*Moon holds her arm up. She's having a hard time looking Spore in the eyes right now. Guilt is eating her up inside.*

You don't have to see him if you don't want to. If he won't talk to me, I can grab somebody else. Bomb knows about Watchers.

He mentioned some other people- uh, Taurtis, of course. Netty? There were others. I don't remember. He has memories of his real name and of them. So maybe he still can get out.

*Somthing, or rather, someone, is watching the server. Purple eyes flicking around. Never staying for more than a second. Hiding within the forest, crouched curled up in a ball, is one of them.*

- @ask-yhs-grian

Dammit.

*Moon approaches cautiously. She know they can see her, so she keeps her head high and tries to look as fearless as possible.*

Why have you come to this land? I thought your people would have learned their lesson after last time.

*Xelqua stays biting his tounge through sobs, balling up once more. One set of wings wraps around him like a fluffy feather sheild. The other 2 sets flap erratically, trying to keep Moon away.*

I- I cant- stop- I-

*He pushes himself further into the wall, not caring about the qche and pain it gives to the base of his wings.*

*Moon dashes in, trying to get to the other cuff. Hes cornered. She can get to him. She can save him. She can fix everything, if he would just cooperate.*

LET ME HELP YOU!

*She makes a grab with her shoulders to hold him in place.*

*Xelqua screams, his wings trembling as a mixture of pain and exhaustion threaten to make him unconscious.*

*But he is cornered. And weak. And not in a state to do much magic. Even still he weakly thrashes in Moons hold. Still hiding his eyes, his real eyes, from her.*

*Before he goes limp. Completely limp. The cuff crackles dangerously.*

*Moon grabs the cuff.*

*Moon doesn't feel pain very often. Before this, her time burning to death as a human would probably be the most painful thing she's experienced.*

*But this magic hurts to a different level. It's like every molecule of her body, every 1 and 0, is being torn apart.*

*She teleports back with the cuff, dropping it as soon as she lands next to the other one.*

*Her hand is burned from the magic. Ropes of fresh purple marks run their way up her arm. They intertwine with the eyes already there.*

*The eyes are awake. Moon slams the door shut and cradles her arm as she keeps the door pushed shut. Her shoulders shudder with silent sobs.*

*As soon as he's let go, Xelqua falls forward, his wings cushioning his fall. He doesn't seem to be awake.*

*Spore, upon hearing the ruckus, the screams, shouts, rushes over to Moon. Hopeing desperately she's okay.*

Moon?!

Don't touch them-

*She yanks her hands back from Spore and looks at them. The purple light is searing into her mind.*

Don't touch me. I'm- he- I can fix this. I can fix it all. You should leave, go get safe. Get safe from me.

*Spore holds their hands to their chest, so similar to Xelqua. They glance at the cuffs, at Moon, at the eyes.*

... oh voids...

*They step forward to Moon, unafraid, kicking the cuffs further down the hall.*

My dearest, you don't need to do this alone. Please, let me help you. I know this cursed magic best. Let me help you.

It's my fault, so I need to protect him. I need to protect you.

*Moon takes another few steps back as Spore steps forward. Her back hits the door and she slides down and sits.*

I can fix... I can...

*She's shuddering. It's hard to tell if its the pain or the mental anguish causing it.*

I don't want you to get hurt by them again. By me again.

He is strong, I am strong. We're stronger together, you don't need to do this alone.

*Spore sits down next to Moon, but not touching her. They wont do that without her permission.*

I'm very sure he would absolutely hate being told you can 'fix him'.

*They giggle a little.*

Leave the watcher magic to me, my dearest. Ive delta with it once. I can do it again. You focus on this.

*They hold a hand over their heart.*

*Moon fliches as they get close to her, but doesnt move again. Her eyes are staring straight ahead into the opposite wall.*

I should have left him in the woods. I hurt him, and he will go back to them just the same as he would without me.

*She lifts her arm, looking at the new marks.*

I don't know what to do anymore. I-

*Following Spore's direction, she places her non-injured hand on her heart and takes a few deep breaths.*

I don't know what to do now. He's going to be punished if he goes back, but he has to. I think thats Grian hit by some sort of reverse baby ray. Aged him up right into your Watcher time.

You likely freaked him out, yes. But if you give him a little time to wake up, and talk to him truthfully. He'll listen to you. He may be scared, but he'll listen.

*Spore offers their hands.*

You won't hurt me. That magic has, but with your hands, it wont.

We'll figure this out. Keep him around, get him to realize the watchers are bad, and when he goes back he can rebel.

*Moon hesitates, but grabs one of Spore's hands with her own uninjured hand. Her other one stays at her side. She relaxes a bit as they touch, and her shoulders slump. The goddess leans on her wife.*

I'm sorry, Dearest.

Its okay. We'll get through this, like we always do.

*They smile softly, rubbing Moon's hand and placing it over their heart.*

Can I see your other hand? I think I know how to help.

*Moon hesitates, but holds up her other hand.*

It doesn't hurt as bad now. He has it much worse.

*The skin is burnt all along where the new marks are. How did this form burn, being just light itself? The Watchers are too strong.*

I think I deserve it though. Pain for pain.

*Spore frowns seeing it. But its no surprise. They remember a similar pain many years ago.*

I don't think you deserve it. Come on, lets get you some aloe Vera, and he'll also need some. Asap.

*They stand up, still holding onto Moon's hand.*

*Moon pulls herself up. She pulls her gaze away from the cuffs and looks at Spore.*

Okay. Let's go.

*She needs to fix this.*

*Spore smiles, guiding Moon to the bathroom.*

You'll need to put the aloe Vera on his arm while he's knocked out. He trust you, won't take it from you when he wakes up.

I'll make food. He likely won't want to eat, but if you give him some time he will.

He ate some earlier. I gave him some of my offerings. He ate at least a piece of bread and an eclair.

I don't think he's going to want to see me, for a bit. I told him about you and he thinks you're cool, but doesn't know youre him.

*Somthing, or rather, someone, is watching the server. Purple eyes flicking around. Never staying for more than a second. Hiding within the forest, crouched curled up in a ball, is one of them.*

- @ask-yhs-grian

Dammit.

*Moon approaches cautiously. She know they can see her, so she keeps her head high and tries to look as fearless as possible.*

Why have you come to this land? I thought your people would have learned their lesson after last time.

*Xelqua stays biting his tounge through sobs, balling up once more. One set of wings wraps around him like a fluffy feather sheild. The other 2 sets flap erratically, trying to keep Moon away.*

I- I cant- stop- I-

*He pushes himself further into the wall, not caring about the qche and pain it gives to the base of his wings.*

*Moon dashes in, trying to get to the other cuff. Hes cornered. She can get to him. She can save him. She can fix everything, if he would just cooperate.*

LET ME HELP YOU!

*She makes a grab with her shoulders to hold him in place.*

*Xelqua screams, his wings trembling as a mixture of pain and exhaustion threaten to make him unconscious.*

*But he is cornered. And weak. And not in a state to do much magic. Even still he weakly thrashes in Moons hold. Still hiding his eyes, his real eyes, from her.*

*Before he goes limp. Completely limp. The cuff crackles dangerously.*

*Moon grabs the cuff.*

*Moon doesn't feel pain very often. Before this, her time burning to death as a human would probably be the most painful thing she's experienced.*

*But this magic hurts to a different level. It's like every molecule of her body, every 1 and 0, is being torn apart.*

*She teleports back with the cuff, dropping it as soon as she lands next to the other one.*

*Her hand is burned from the magic. Ropes of fresh purple marks run their way up her arm. They intertwine with the eyes already there.*

*The eyes are awake. Moon slams the door shut and cradles her arm as she keeps the door pushed shut. Her shoulders shudder with silent sobs.*

*As soon as he's let go, Xelqua falls forward, his wings cushioning his fall. He doesn't seem to be awake.*

*Spore, upon hearing the ruckus, the screams, shouts, rushes over to Moon. Hopeing desperately she's okay.*

Moon?!

Don't touch them-

*She yanks her hands back from Spore and looks at them. The purple light is searing into her mind.*

Don't touch me. I'm- he- I can fix this. I can fix it all. You should leave, go get safe. Get safe from me.

*Spore holds their hands to their chest, so similar to Xelqua. They glance at the cuffs, at Moon, at the eyes.*

... oh voids...

*They step forward to Moon, unafraid, kicking the cuffs further down the hall.*

My dearest, you don't need to do this alone. Please, let me help you. I know this cursed magic best. Let me help you.

It's my fault, so I need to protect him. I need to protect you.

*Moon takes another few steps back as Spore steps forward. Her back hits the door and she slides down and sits.*

I can fix... I can...

*She's shuddering. It's hard to tell if its the pain or the mental anguish causing it.*

I don't want you to get hurt by them again. By me again.

He is strong, I am strong. We're stronger together, you don't need to do this alone.

*Spore sits down next to Moon, but not touching her. They wont do that without her permission.*

I'm very sure he would absolutely hate being told you can 'fix him'.

*They giggle a little.*

Leave the watcher magic to me, my dearest. Ive delta with it once. I can do it again. You focus on this.

*They hold a hand over their heart.*

*Moon fliches as they get close to her, but doesnt move again. Her eyes are staring straight ahead into the opposite wall.*

I should have left him in the woods. I hurt him, and he will go back to them just the same as he would without me.

*She lifts her arm, looking at the new marks.*

I don't know what to do anymore. I-

*Following Spore's direction, she places her non-injured hand on her heart and takes a few deep breaths.*

I don't know what to do now. He's going to be punished if he goes back, but he has to. I think thats Grian hit by some sort of reverse baby ray. Aged him up right into your Watcher time.

You likely freaked him out, yes. But if you give him a little time to wake up, and talk to him truthfully. He'll listen to you. He may be scared, but he'll listen.

*Spore offers their hands.*

You won't hurt me. That magic has, but with your hands, it wont.

We'll figure this out. Keep him around, get him to realize the watchers are bad, and when he goes back he can rebel.

*Moon hesitates, but grabs one of Spore's hands with her own uninjured hand. Her other one stays at her side. She relaxes a bit as they touch, and her shoulders slump. The goddess leans on her wife.*

I'm sorry, Dearest.

Its okay. We'll get through this, like we always do.

*They smile softly, rubbing Moon's hand and placing it over their heart.*

Can I see your other hand? I think I know how to help.

*Moon hesitates, but holds up her other hand.*

It doesn't hurt as bad now. He has it much worse.

*The skin is burnt all along where the new marks are. How did this form burn, being just light itself? The Watchers are too strong.*

I think I deserve it though. Pain for pain.

*Spore frowns seeing it. But its no surprise. They remember a similar pain many years ago.*

I don't think you deserve it. Come on, lets get you some aloe Vera, and he'll also need some. Asap.

*They stand up, still holding onto Moon's hand.*

*Moon pulls herself up. She pulls her gaze away from the cuffs and looks at Spore.*

Okay. Let's go.

*She needs to fix this.*

*Somthing, or rather, someone, is watching the server. Purple eyes flicking around. Never staying for more than a second. Hiding within the forest, crouched curled up in a ball, is one of them.*

- @ask-yhs-grian

Dammit.

*Moon approaches cautiously. She know they can see her, so she keeps her head high and tries to look as fearless as possible.*

Why have you come to this land? I thought your people would have learned their lesson after last time.

*Xelqua stays biting his tounge through sobs, balling up once more. One set of wings wraps around him like a fluffy feather sheild. The other 2 sets flap erratically, trying to keep Moon away.*

I- I cant- stop- I-

*He pushes himself further into the wall, not caring about the qche and pain it gives to the base of his wings.*

*Moon dashes in, trying to get to the other cuff. Hes cornered. She can get to him. She can save him. She can fix everything, if he would just cooperate.*

LET ME HELP YOU!

*She makes a grab with her shoulders to hold him in place.*

*Xelqua screams, his wings trembling as a mixture of pain and exhaustion threaten to make him unconscious.*

*But he is cornered. And weak. And not in a state to do much magic. Even still he weakly thrashes in Moons hold. Still hiding his eyes, his real eyes, from her.*

*Before he goes limp. Completely limp. The cuff crackles dangerously.*

*Moon grabs the cuff.*

*Moon doesn't feel pain very often. Before this, her time burning to death as a human would probably be the most painful thing she's experienced.*

*But this magic hurts to a different level. It's like every molecule of her body, every 1 and 0, is being torn apart.*

*She teleports back with the cuff, dropping it as soon as she lands next to the other one.*

*Her hand is burned from the magic. Ropes of fresh purple marks run their way up her arm. They intertwine with the eyes already there.*

*The eyes are awake. Moon slams the door shut and cradles her arm as she keeps the door pushed shut. Her shoulders shudder with silent sobs.*

*As soon as he's let go, Xelqua falls forward, his wings cushioning his fall. He doesn't seem to be awake.*

*Spore, upon hearing the ruckus, the screams, shouts, rushes over to Moon. Hopeing desperately she's okay.*

Moon?!

Don't touch them-

*She yanks her hands back from Spore and looks at them. The purple light is searing into her mind.*

Don't touch me. I'm- he- I can fix this. I can fix it all. You should leave, go get safe. Get safe from me.

*Spore holds their hands to their chest, so similar to Xelqua. They glance at the cuffs, at Moon, at the eyes.*

... oh voids...

*They step forward to Moon, unafraid, kicking the cuffs further down the hall.*

My dearest, you don't need to do this alone. Please, let me help you. I know this cursed magic best. Let me help you.

It's my fault, so I need to protect him. I need to protect you.

*Moon takes another few steps back as Spore steps forward. Her back hits the door and she slides down and sits.*

I can fix... I can...

*She's shuddering. It's hard to tell if its the pain or the mental anguish causing it.*

I don't want you to get hurt by them again. By me again.

He is strong, I am strong. We're stronger together, you don't need to do this alone.

*Spore sits down next to Moon, but not touching her. They wont do that without her permission.*

I'm very sure he would absolutely hate being told you can 'fix him'.

*They giggle a little.*

Leave the watcher magic to me, my dearest. Ive delta with it once. I can do it again. You focus on this.

*They hold a hand over their heart.*

*Moon fliches as they get close to her, but doesnt move again. Her eyes are staring straight ahead into the opposite wall.*

I should have left him in the woods. I hurt him, and he will go back to them just the same as he would without me.

*She lifts her arm, looking at the new marks.*

I don't know what to do anymore. I-

*Following Spore's direction, she places her non-injured hand on her heart and takes a few deep breaths.*

I don't know what to do now. He's going to be punished if he goes back, but he has to. I think thats Grian hit by some sort of reverse baby ray. Aged him up right into your Watcher time.

You likely freaked him out, yes. But if you give him a little time to wake up, and talk to him truthfully. He'll listen to you. He may be scared, but he'll listen.

*Spore offers their hands.*

You won't hurt me. That magic has, but with your hands, it wont.

We'll figure this out. Keep him around, get him to realize the watchers are bad, and when he goes back he can rebel.

*Moon hesitates, but grabs one of Spore's hands with her own uninjured hand. Her other one stays at her side. She relaxes a bit as they touch, and her shoulders slump. The goddess leans on her wife.*

I'm sorry, Dearest.

Its okay. We'll get through this, like we always do.

*They smile softly, rubbing Moon's hand and placing it over their heart.*

Can I see your other hand? I think I know how to help.