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“I can feel yours,” Cynthia replied. They were fading together, their individual rhythms starting to sync under the oppressive, homogenizing pressure.
Aldith’s voice returned, softer now, filled with a perverse affection. “You’re being so quiet in there. Don’t tell me the fight is already gone? Such a pity. But Sevvy’s body language is telling me everything. He’s thriving. The vitality flowing through him… you can feel it in his scales. Two champions, one belly. It’s a historic meal. The grandest feast. All that life experience, all that talent… it’s being converted into pure, raw power for my beloved. You’re giving him a gift. The gift of yourselves.”
Cynthia felt a fresh, hot anger bubble through the numbness. A gift. We’re a gift. She wanted to scream, to curse, to fight. But her body was leaden, her strength siphoned away by the acids and the crushing embrace.
“At least…,” Diantha breathed, her voice growing fainter, “we are not alone at the end.”
Cynthia turned her head, her lips brushing against Diantha’s ear in the absolute dark. “No. We’re not alone.”
They lay in silence for what felt like hours, listening to the gruesome symphony of their own dissolution. The pain was a constant, but it had become a background noise, a terrible new normal. Their thoughts turned inward, to legacies extinguished.
My Gardevoir… will she be released? Or will Plasma take her? Diantha’s mind reeled. My fans… they’ll wonder what happened. They’ll make up stories. They’ll never know I ended up as… as this.
Dawn, Cynthia thought, a fresh lance of pain sharper than any acid. My bright, brilliant Dawn. They’ll come for you next. Or they’ll twist you. Use you. I failed you. I failed everyone. Sinnoh… I was your shield. And now I’m just… fuel.
The Seviper’s body shifted again. It was moving, slithering. Aldith was on the move. Cynthia could hear her humming a tuneless, happy melody as she walked alongside her monstrous partner.
