[Gods, no, don't do this to her, not now. The encroach of that choking, familiar darkness in their Bond chilled Fang's blood; she'd seen it once before, the slow creep clear as day in retrospect. Haunted as Fang's mind was by thoughts of the Soulsong and Vanille tonight, she couldn't stop from drawing that terrifying parallel with Vanille shrinking and quietly breaking under the truth of Ragnarok, breaking well after the fact until she couldn't hear anything but the whispers of her guilt.]
[Fang didn't know if she had the strength to endure the additional dread—except that she would endure, no matter what it cost her. She couldn't let darkness like that fester again, even if she was just as clueless how to stop it as she's always been.]
[Her hands left Chariot's grasp and cheek so Fang could pull her Bonded into a tight embrace, as if the heavy pulse of her heart could carry Chariot's.]
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[Fang didn't know if she had the strength to endure the additional dread—except that she would endure, no matter what it cost her. She couldn't let darkness like that fester again, even if she was just as clueless how to stop it as she's always been.]
[Her hands left Chariot's grasp and cheek so Fang could pull her Bonded into a tight embrace, as if the heavy pulse of her heart could carry Chariot's.]
In the end, huh? Sounds like it's all done with.