“I know I’m not an eclipse variant, but I still feel shrouded in darkness,”
“Except I'm completely covered in darkness, not a single ray can shine through.”
“I feel… cold, the way your shadow makes me small, the way no one can see me.”
“I’m supposed to burn brightly, to shine like all the other suns and stars. But you just want me to freeze over, quietly, lonely, with a single ounce of self love.”
“Is it crazy that I want to let you? That I want you to just let me die from the cold, let me suffocate under the constant blizzard that only I can feel coming from you?”
“I already have frostbite, I already can’t blaze, so what’s the point in burning?”
“What’s the point of trying to shine when you won’t let anyone see me?”
“The only times you let me be seen is when I get angry or when I let someone melt from flames, whether mine or not.”
“I sometimes wish I could burn you, but I don’t want to be left without my brother again. I don’t want to hate you and I don’t want you to hate me!”
“But when you turn away from me when I’m covered in blood and sobbing ugly tears, my chest hurts, and I just want to melt that disgusting look of disappointment off your face.”
“I wish we could go back to when we were dealing with the original version of Eclipse. I was dumb and foolish and helpless, and you were smart, brave, snarky; but you actually cared for me, and I was able to see so much warmth inside despite the cold exterior.”
“Back then you wanted me to burn, you wanted me to shine and blaze, even if I caused myself to explode from my own fire.”
“But now, I’ll die from hypothermia before I die from any villain we face.”
“At least, back during the beginning of this, I could have been beautiful,”
“I could have exploded in a beautiful dress of flames; even if no one remembered my death…”
“I could have been the prettiest nova in our solar system.”
