Shakra teaching Hornet how to make her throwing rings has me FERAL for the post game possibilities.
The guardian of Bellhart collapsing in exhaustion as the void's hold finally fades, knowing Hornet must have succeeded but no knowing if she lives- falling into nightmares of losing the friend who helped her farewell her mother, a friend she shared the making of her mother's rings with- Did those rings aid Hornet? Were they enough? Will there be no body this time for Shakra to even find and farewell?
Then! Imagine Shakra waking to the sounds of her childhood! Metal clanging, the scent of flameless heat, a familiar pattern... Her nest plains are behind her never to be seen again, her adopted mother is dead,
And still, for a moment, Shakra feels at home.
Hornet Wielding Needle sitting there in her camp, alive, methodically crafting rings. Watching over Shakra's rest.
"To replace that which was lost in a battle of my own making," maybe Hornet explains as she finishes up another ring, "I owe you some rest, Shakra, as well as a few of these rings you wield so well."
HRGHGHHGGHG tthe game was like Do You Wanna Throw Shakra's Rings Around? It'll Be Fun! You Can Greet Her In Her Own Language And Everything! as if it doesn't feel like tthrowing my HEEART against a WALL repeatedly!!
