The Grateful One rose, pulling herself to her feet - but sothing about that thought seed wrong. It didnt fit. What should it be called when a body moves so naturally, so perfectly, that it becos unnatural again?
I wasnt the only one to notice the change; I caught a flash of [surprise] when I raked my fangs across the-female-who-was-not-Needles [Little Guardians Totem]. The Grateful One, by comparison, gave off [WONDER], [EXCITENT], [GLEE], and a host of other things. She stared down at her own flesh with widened eyes, yet almost seed to stare past it - as if the things that she was looking at were different from what I was seeing.
A quiet hiss slipped free just as The Grateful One started to giggle in a great, lilting wave. It went on for a long ti, not stopping even when I was sure that it should have, though I couldnt point out exactly why. It started to sound strange. Manic.
Elara? the-female-who-was-not-Needle said, the sound lilting up in a questioning tone. [concern] and [relief] warred with one another in her mind, each trying to swallow the other whole.
The giggling stopped just as suddenly as it had started, cut off with an imdiacy that was almost unnerving in just how unnatural it seed. The once-corrupted looked up, baring her teeth. There was a light in her eyes that surpassed even what had been there before; the whirling emotions that I found in her [Little Guardians Totem] felt as if they would send spinning alongside them.
Yes?
You need to focus. Breathe. Try to calm down and talk to . I need to make sure that youre okay. Whats going on? the-female-who-was-not-Needle asked, her brow furrowed and her lips slightly downturned. The Grateful nodded rapidly, yet sohow gracefully at the sa ti. Her teeth were still bared wide.
anwhile, I was still swimming in the swirling emotions of The Grateful Ones [Little Guardians Totem], batted this way and that by their evershifting nature - until I wasnt, and it all disappeared. The Grateful Ones expression flattened in an instant.
Okay, its calm. Focused, she said, the sound monotone and flat. I apologize; it took a mont to find the right strings to pull.
Not-Needle frowned, [concern] swallowing [relief] entirely. Its? The right...strings?
The Grateful One nodded, the noises she made just as flat as before. To get the bodys emotions to stop. There were a lot of them.
What do you an by the body, Elara? not-Needle questioned. There was a creeping [worry] in the noises that the-female-who-was-not-Needle was making, though I wasnt sure why. I didnt see any injuries on The Grateful Ones body anymore; if anything, she was healthier than shed ever been.
The Grateful One motioned down towards herself with a smooth and sweeping gesture. The body. The puppet. I adjusted it. Fixed it. Its calm now. We can talk.
It was hard to understand what was going on, now that The Grateful Ones emotions had disappeared. Before, they had been a dizzying maelstrom, but one with so aning behind it. Now, there was nothing; I dug more deeply into my connection to not-Needle, searching for what understanding I could find.
She was [worried], but it was a [worry] that was edging towards [horror] - yet even so, I still couldnt find what was wrong. I slithered towards the-female-who-was-not-Needle, winding my way up her body and finding a closer perch. For once, there were no scratches of greeting, no noises of adoration. She hardly even noticed, too focused on the once-corrupted in front of her to pay any mind.
Sweetie...youre not a puppet.
The words were firm, yet quiet. The Grateful One cocked her head to the side. Yes, I know that, she said. Like before, the words were flat; almost lifeless. I cant be a puppet; Im the one pulling the strings now. Im the one that tells it what to do - if it walks, or talks, or feels, or even if its heart stops. I can sense every part of it. I can shut it down or make it work. Its...better than before, when I was the puppet.
With every new sound that once-corrupted made, the-female-who-was-not-Needle pushed a little further into [horror]. It was joined by an overwhelming [sadness].
...enhancent...extre body control, then? I heard her mutter before she spoke louder. But I dont understand. Why would you call yourself a puppet, Elara?
For a mont, I thought that I sensed sothing from The Grateful One. It quickly passed, and she beca like a void once again. The once-corrupteds head sohow cocked even further. That seed to bother not-Needle.
Because I was. Every ti the strings tugged, I followed - even when I didnt want to. Thats when I realized that my body was just a puppet pulled by strings. It had to have been. Otherwise, I did all of those things. Hurt all of those people. Made them puppets. Tried to hurt you, too. You were strong, though - not a puppet at all. Not like .
Elara, thats not-Needle hissed softly, clearly distressed. Is that why you did this, why you tried so hard to swallow that mana core? To be a Seeker? To be stronger?
Of course. And it worked. Im strong now. Like you.
Elara, you were always like , not-Needle said, a glisten in her eyes and [sympathy] flooding her [Little Guardians Totem]. I was infected for a little bit, too - I could have done the sa things that you did. Worse, even. The only difference was that I happened to be saved from that a little more quickly. Like we eventually saved you. Does that make a puppet in your eyes? Or am I still ?
There was a pause, a stillness that rested in the air after not-Needles words. The once-corrupteds jaw worked open. It closed. And yet, while there was a stillness in the air, there was anything but a stillness within her. Again and again, ghosts of emotion tried to break free from whatever was holding them down, clawing their way to the surface only to be buried once more.
Not-Needle stepped forward, wrapping her arms around the other Coreless. One hand reached up to run its fingers through the once-corrupteds hair, softly untangling the matted ss that it had beco in her earlier struggles. It slowly flowed up and down, and I noticed The Grateful Ones eyes begin to lid shut.
Youre not a puppet. Youre a person, Elara - no matter what you did and, more importantly, no matter what was done to you. Never forget that. Dont force yourself to beco a puppet just to feel in control again. Youre safe here.
Her hands moved again, holding fast to the once-corrupteds cheeks and forcing their eyes to et. Not-Needles were wet; her counterparts were dry.
Let yourself feel that.
The void vanished just as quickly as it had appeared, replaced by a tumultuous maelstrom of emotion that threatened to drown . Its waters welled up in the once-corrupteds eyes and slipped down her cheeks. She shook and shuddered.
Not-Needle pulled her in tighter, stroking her hair again.
Like the manic giggling of before, it lasted for a long while - though unlike before, the Great Cores disciple didnt seem [concerned]. She humd softly under her breath, the noise vibrating its way across my scale-flesh until I bridged the distance to the emotional once-corrupted with a careful stretch. I flicked a tongue at her face, and she bared her teeth in return, letting out a surprised laugh.
When it finally seed like the once-corrupted had cald down - and she really had, I knew - not-Needle spoke again. You almost died, you know. You would have died, if the Little Guardian hadnt been here to save you.
I know, ca the reply.
Are you going to do sothing like that again? the-female-who-was-not-Needle asked. You made the little guy worried, I think.
No, the once-corrupted answered. I wont. Im sorry.
Good.
They were quiet for a little while longer, not-Needle softly humming. Eventually, the once-corrupted spoke again.
Can I...can I still learn to be a Seeker? Even though I stole from you guys?
The-female-who-was-not-Needle made a face.
Trust , Im angrier with Erik than I am with you - though youre not entirely off the hook either. He should have known not to leave sothing like that where so many traumatized people could potentially see it. Terror breeds temptation and all that.
She pulled away, taking a few steps back before speaking again. Now, why dont you show what you can do, Miss Future Seeker?
The Grateful One bared her teeth, feeling like her nasake again.
She rushed forward.
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