#papaknight

[xavierisanemo]

Currently starved for Metadad content pls help

[anleva]

Put it back together.

[aeon-eiulatus]

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Galacta had feared growing close to anyone again for this very reason.

Doctors were working tirelessly, and there was still a little warmth in the form that lay on the bed before him, but... there was no life in it. No power.

No soul.

No one else seemed able to sense it, evident in how they fussed with their tools and machines. Kirby and that irritating king had meanwhile gone after the perpetrator and thief. Galacta could have understood if it had been revenge, but ostensibly they planned to retrieve Galaxia for when Meta Knight awoke...

There was no point. They all were working for the sake of an empty vessel. One that that Galacta could no longer stand to look at.

Already he could feel himself trembling, the grief that no doubt already shadowed his eyes washing over his wings and body. This dark form gave him power; he could fight, could tear apart time and space, could try to force it to give his newfound friend back...

But he felt no will in his heart now. Not even anger. Had he not done this so many times? Those three... they were gone... Meta and Kirby could never replace them, and even if he tried now and succeeded where he'd failed before, how long could that sustain him? Fate had already proven its cruelty...

Despair spilled from eyes colored deep, dull blue as he whirled away and jumped outside the ship, wings pushing him through space as empty as he felt. Why!! Why was he alive, after all this time? Why was he never the one to die?

Why... why...

There was always grief and loss and there would always be grief and loss... Was there truly no escape...? He was so tired and alone... could he not leave this cruelty behind...

Please...

@somniferouswings

[theantidivaoftomorrow]

[aeon-eiulatus]

@aeon-eiulatus (x):

“I once believed great power was a blessing. I fear now that it's the opposite. There would be absolution in knowing with certainty that I stood no chance.”

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@papaknight:

    “... If we knew we could not win against a threat, there would be no point in fighting. We would accept defeat without making an attempt, rather than pushing our limits, uniting with companions, or holding on to hope. Rebellions would never occur,  justice would never triumph over corruption.

    “Knowing your fate, in any form, would ruin the depth of the heart we put into in living.”

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Galacta's wings twitched in irritation. Of course Meta Knight had missed his meaning in entirety. Or perhaps he was saying even the weak should fight... if that were true even his hypothetical would grant him no escape.

“These rebels full of heart—must they fight until they die? Is nothing but their goal acceptable, no matter the price? Perhaps their only mercy is to fall in battle... ”

The implication wrapped a cloak of bitter frustration around him. No opponent had ever been strong enough to kill him, not in this iteration, anyhow. He'd provided mercy to countless copies of himself, and one day another might do the same for him... but they would still carry on his suffering.

[aeon-eiulatus]

@papaknight | arcane starters:

❝ when people look up to you, you don’t get to be selfish. ❞

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“......” Galacta bristles in silence, putting up a guard against the words that might have otherwise hit a little too close to home. Selfish. What a cruel phrase.

“Then it's a good thing no one does that anymore.”