[She doesn’t need to explain the rest. There is only one outcome that would fit that description, a terrible magic called Meteor to come crashing down on the Planet. A wound large enough for the world’s lifeblood to churn at the surface of it, a place where a man lost to madness would undoubtedly view as a source of endless power.
He had been lost in the Lifestream, she says. So it was a death, in a way, because he cannot imagine a mortal body surviving that transition — to hear that he still would possess even a fragment of his cognizance would be a surprise were this not, indeed, a terrible story to hear.]
At the Gold Saucer—
[That too-bright memory, neon and lurid and noisy.]
—when you said you were on a mission to save the world, you had meant it literally.
[Dawning realizations, becoming more vivid through the heavy haze.]
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He had been lost in the Lifestream, she says. So it was a death, in a way, because he cannot imagine a mortal body surviving that transition — to hear that he still would possess even a fragment of his cognizance would be a surprise were this not, indeed, a terrible story to hear.]
At the Gold Saucer—
[That too-bright memory, neon and lurid and noisy.]
—when you said you were on a mission to save the world, you had meant it literally.
[Dawning realizations, becoming more vivid through the heavy haze.]