[After the guard fell from his sword, Cid had hurried to check on the man... But it was too late. He had already succumbed to the wound and Cid can see the other fallen prisoner, tears still wet on the young woman's cheeks. Immediately his mind flashes back to that charred wasteland, of those bloody tears...
Because he is distracted, he doesn't notice or hear Benedikta until it's too late. He's hit squarely in the back and sent toppling forward, tripping over the fallen bodies. He can hear the laugh over him, the words shouting that he will join them soon—their fate.
And in the next moment there's the sound of the guard's scream as Cid reaches back and grabs the front of the shirt to slam their head against the wall, right where crystal was slowly spreading. It doesn't take long for it to take and Cid just leaves them there as they struggle to free themselves.
It's around now that Benedikta, or perhaps Garuda, may feel it. That despite not having the tattoo and having his aether repressed, they will feel that particular force, that storm now more present than it ever has before.]
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Because he is distracted, he doesn't notice or hear Benedikta until it's too late. He's hit squarely in the back and sent toppling forward, tripping over the fallen bodies. He can hear the laugh over him, the words shouting that he will join them soon—their fate.
And in the next moment there's the sound of the guard's scream as Cid reaches back and grabs the front of the shirt to slam their head against the wall, right where crystal was slowly spreading. It doesn't take long for it to take and Cid just leaves them there as they struggle to free themselves.
It's around now that Benedikta, or perhaps Garuda, may feel it. That despite not having the tattoo and having his aether repressed, they will feel that particular force, that storm now more present than it ever has before.]