"Please," Chrysocolla murmured. "Please make them pay. Don't let -- don't let them do that to anyone else --" She had to stop to breathe - an ugly, sharp, shuddering breath - "don't let them do that to anyone else ever again. I just wanted to go home. They wouldn't let me go home."

She was so close to crying. Too close for comfort. Even if Lysithea had already started, she couldn't -- she couldn't look any weaker than she already was. Simple solution. Simple solution. (Don't rip her starseed, you moron. She was nice to you. She was kind.) Simple solution.

"...thanks for not hitting me. Or yelling at me. T-thank you."

And she teleported away.

Orangeish Sherbert
OKAY SO I KNOW THIS IS THE WORST ENDING? BUT I AM DESPERATE FOR THAT GROWTH. SLAM THAT MFN GROWTH BUTTON