>>5669185You don't like that look on your sister's face, she looks rather upset. As if she's barely holding her emotions back, like standing on the brink. So you decide to telepathically reach out to her, speaking directly into her mind.
“Hey Chaya, what's wrong?” you ask her with a thought. “You won, so what're you doing looking so upset? This is what you spent so long working for, aren't you supposed to be celebrating?”
“It, it's just....” she starts, at a complete loss for words and instead lets her emotions flood through. You feel it all, her anger, her hate, loss and grief. Her pain, all the pain she suffered after the fight, the fire in her body as an aftereffect from the lightning she took from the first fight, everything. You feel everything she felt, all the pain and doubts she suffered over the years, working towards this moment. But now that it's here, that she has finally won, you can sense the emptiness in her. And understand that she was expecting to feel....More. You understand that it still doesn't feel real to her.
“Chaya, you did it. You won.” you <span class="mu-i">think</span> to her. “You did it. Look up.”
And she does, looking up to see the announcer's pod dropping down towards her.
“That's it folks, we have a new Champion!” Dallas announces, the pod dropping down by your sister. “Or, rather, our former Champion has regained her throne! How does it feel to be back, <span class="mu-i">Champion</span> Chaya?”
“Champion....” your sister says, still looking a bit shell-shocked. But as Dallas holds out his microphone to her, suddenly your sister snaps back to the present. Taking the microphone, she speaks in it directly to your sister. “Hey Cauli, mind giving us a hand down here? She's not going to last much longer.”
“Oh really, you're still choosing to save her life?” Juanita asks, raising a metal brow. “Even after everything that's happened between the two of you, all the betrayal, you refuse to let her die? Why is that?”
-BACK TO KARN'S POV-
“Despite everything, she's still one hell of a fighter.” Chaya says, Caulifla and her Triumph Requiem appearing right behind Chaya as she talks. “Letting her die here for losing would be a waste.”
“Aren't you worried that she could come back even stronger, ready to take the title back in a few years?” Dallas asks, somehow holding another microphone despite Chaya holding his. “After all, what if she takes another page from your book, departing only to return exponentially stronger?”
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