Erase Me

A cry of despair, as a black talon cuts through gray feathers, and crashes into the dream. The Haze groans under the weight of it, unable to protect us in full, and a nightmare is born.
We see Tesin looking out over Qabarat, resting her head on Idryll's shoulder. The agents sit in silence as the sun sets, coloring the city orange and yellow, until it dulls into darkness, and the stars come to warm up the night. Only then does Idryll stir, looking down at the starlight reflected off of Tesin's eyes.   Idryll: "Tes?"
Tesin: "Idryll."
Idryll: "Do you love me?"   To an outsider the silence is brief, a mere whisper between the words. But for each other, each heartbeat is an agony, an eternity between the cliff they'd leapt from, their safe landing, and the chasm below. Tesin lifts her head, her eyes drifting into the alleyways below them.   Away from Idryll.   Tesin: "No."   Idryll sighs.   The glow of psychic knives light the rooftop.   The vision cracks, like a camera with a broken lens, realities splintering into a thousand directions.   We see Tesin pull a loaded machine gun from beneath her robes, and point it into a crowd of innocent people.   Static takes over for a flash. The edges are familiar...   We see Tesin fire two shots into Lockette Endrinmaster the XIth, eyes questing for an answer she would never receive.   Static again. A face, but the features are all wrong...   Idryll: "Go deeper, Tes—"
Shalema "—in! I know you can!"
Tesin: "Jessel... Am I a monster?"
Jessel Kesh: "The best we've ever made."   We see Tesin gaze into a set of soft, brown eyes. Her arms holding them aloft, her toes hanging over the edge of an overpass.   Idryll: "Tes? What are you doing?"
Tesin: "I love you."
Idryll: "Tes? What the— Tes!"   Baby Relum Vehara tumbles towards the waters below.   The vision goes black.   Splash.   Shalema "I... I'm sorry. I don't know why this isn't working."
Tesin: "...who am I?"
Shalema "I don't know what to do with you."
Tesin: "Erase me."
Black Owl: "It won't make a difference."
Pharasma: "And? Why should I allow you to return to the living? Why do you deserve to live, Tesin Movahesh?"
Tesin: "I don't know."
Black Owl: "You deserve to die."
Uma Pencile: "You are a force of destruction!"
Black Owl: "All that is sweet, you smother."
Ololot: "You are offspring. The Child of Ambrosia."
Black Owl: "All that you love, you will—"   An ember burns into the blackness, a Pyric flame that coils and spreads, outlining the darkness, and giving the forms within a shape. Wings explode from the center, their depths twinkling with starlight, and they envelop the dream. The nightmare flutters and is gone, and all that remains is the scent of flowerbeds. The edge of the dream softens, and the vision fades...

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