[The wind roars, howling as it passes over the cliffs, picking up the debris and moss and static. It stretches up and around, growing more violent as those fingers around her throat tighten, as if her magic is responding without her command, Garuda coming to her defense when she otherwise could not. She can hear the laughter, the malicious cackling, the taunting and mocking in the sounds of the wind, and as she closes her eyes to the feel of it whipping against her face, she feels her tears burn against her cheeks. Burning alongside the cold ice that creeps along her skin.]
I'm...
[Her voice and the words die in her throat when she hears that strangled cry, and she is freed from the hand around her throat. She heaves in a giant breath, struggling and coughing to get the air back into her lungs as she sits up, watching as he fumbles backwards in disbelief.]
... Cidolfus?
[Her heart thumps against her ribs when she feels that shift in the aether, the warmth that ripples through her wind so familiar that it draws her to her feet.
Everything freezes when he says that, and she knows... She knows that it's him. There's a moment when she lifts a hand, and the wind changes direction, shifting into her control again, but...]
Cidolfus, I... I cannot...
[She falters upon seeing him struggle. Again. And she sees it: a flicker of the images that Ultima had shown her, with Garuda's claws—her claws driven through him time and time again.]
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I'm...
[Her voice and the words die in her throat when she hears that strangled cry, and she is freed from the hand around her throat. She heaves in a giant breath, struggling and coughing to get the air back into her lungs as she sits up, watching as he fumbles backwards in disbelief.]
... Cidolfus?
[Her heart thumps against her ribs when she feels that shift in the aether, the warmth that ripples through her wind so familiar that it draws her to her feet.
Everything freezes when he says that, and she knows... She knows that it's him. There's a moment when she lifts a hand, and the wind changes direction, shifting into her control again, but...]
Cidolfus, I... I cannot...
[She falters upon seeing him struggle. Again. And she sees it: a flicker of the images that Ultima had shown her, with Garuda's claws—her claws driven through him time and time again.]