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[newphew]

WHO: Hunter and you!
WHAT: Memshare!!!
WHERE: Vegas/dreamscape/etc
WHEN: Event time!
WARNINGS: CW for child abuse, child soldiering, brainwashing, ptsd, genocide mentions! also Owl House spoilers will be in here.....

Just a note that I'm going to be doing two separate top level headers! One will be to tag in to receive a memshare from Hunter, and one will be one where you can put your character's memory! Please give me a memory in return if you are taking one of Hunter's ♥

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CW: body degradation/body horror, blood, gore, nudity

[saudadist]

[ This dream, this memory...it's one that's still raw, fresh, aching. To her, it happened not so long ago. A few months now. It's more vivid than it usually is. The ache of her body and the sting of the seasalt in the air are so real. Why is she seeing it all again?

Why? Why? Why is it always like this? No matter what, she can never be allowed to live happily. She can't even make a single promise to someone without another person coming along to force her to break it.

Why did Kurama have to appear now of all times? Why couldn't he just leave her alone? Why did Kouta have to take a bullet for her sake? Why? When he said he hated her only a few minutes before? Why does she have to live in a world that can't allow her a single moment of happiness? Why can't she destroy a world like this as it so justly deserves?!

And why...why...why...why...why is her power hitting its limit now? Why is it now that her body begins to atrophy, her hand falling off entirely, that she's at the breaking point? Wasn't it enough to just cough up her lungs like before from the effort? Why can't this body hold on just a little while longer??

She touches down as gently as she can on the Sea Candle's ruined platform. Kouta's condition is already abysmal. The bleeding isn't stopping, but he's still breathing. For how long? She can't say. Her mind races for what to do, but... ]

Die...he'll die. It's too late. He'll die...

[ All this power and again...again she can't save a single person! Just like before, the only person who ever mattered is going to die! All because he foolishly chose to protect her. Someone who's only ever brought him grief.

But...no, wait! If she...that's right. Her "arms" can be so precise, right down to the molecular level. If she focuses, she can heal him, right? If she stops the bleeding, he won't die here...

Right? ]

If his wounds will close just a little bit, what would my life matter...?

[newphew]

[ this is another dream, another foreign memory, but even if the context is completely foreign to him, even if he doesn't really grasp what he's seeing, something rings familiar about it. ]

[ maybe it's the way she's ready to sacrifice herself for another person. maybe it's feeling like a failure. maybe it's the idea of literally falling apart. but--- ]

[ he tries to stop this boy's bleeding, first of all. if he can even touch him. ]

... We can still save him! Don't give up!

[ even as she's literally falling to pieces. ]

[saudadist]

[ In the moment, she doesn't recognize Hunter, but something about him rings so familiar that she's left stunned for a few seconds. Those few seconds are all she needs to stop, think, think again, and then- ]

Y-Yeah...I can't. I can't give up.

[ Her hands join Hunter's over Kouta's chest to apply pressure to the wound. Both her physical ones, and then, her vectors close in to do the same on a microscopic level. ]

My power should...if I can piece his cells back together, the bleeding should stop. I just have to- I can knit it together. The wound...if it's closed, then he should be fine.

[ Except there are enemies on the horizon. She knows, even if she doesn't see them right away. Those people surely sent ships, planes, who knows what...defending this place and healing Kouta will be so much to do, but... ]

Y-Yes. I can do this. If I focus...