There’s… hesitation, for the briefest moment, when Asriel hits him. Kuja… Tribal. He’d been using that name for some reason. It was so important to use that name, why had he done it? There was someone… someone important. Then Frisk embraces him in midair, and his face contorts. Frisk. Asriel. Snow. Something… something important- ”Think of me, of Snow, of Asriel, of Zidane, and even everyone you've wronged! You're not done giving back to the world yet!"
Wouldn’t you have done the same for me?
“Frisk…” The violet fades, that horrible pit of misery in his gut dissipating with it- and, dimly, he realizes that he’s hovering in midair with a child clinging to him. One arm wraps around Frisk for support, and he looks up- allies bleeding, dying, his fault, his hands that did it- no, not his. Hers. Not allies, either- Brahne had been an ally, the Black Mages had been allies, tools used to achieve his ends and discarded as soon as he was done with them-
Not just allies. Friends.
Kuja turns, sets Frisk on the stunned and recovering Opalescence. And then he turns, as the sky explodes around him, orange and black and blue and white and crimson as fury, righteous and terrible and his and there was no way she was going to touch anyone ever again..
”No more worlds destroyed. No more death.” Spells twist into blades in his hands, perfectly matched, Holy and Flare. ”Somebody Haste me. I’m going to enjoy this.” He descends, then, like a meteor, thrusting blades forward into as much of Ramaa as he can manage.
> Flare (Ramaa | Single Target) Deals extreme non-elemental magic damage. > Seraphim (Ramaa | Single Target) Deals extreme holy magic damage. > Trance (Self) Boosts the potency of all Magic skills by a factor of 10. Turn 3 of 4.
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Then Frisk embraces him in midair, and his face contorts. Frisk. Asriel. Snow. Something… something important-
”Think of me, of Snow, of Asriel, of Zidane, and even everyone you've wronged! You're not done giving back to the world yet!"
Wouldn’t you have done the same for me?
“Frisk…” The violet fades, that horrible pit of misery in his gut dissipating with it- and, dimly, he realizes that he’s hovering in midair with a child clinging to him. One arm wraps around Frisk for support, and he looks up- allies bleeding, dying, his fault, his hands that did it- no, not his. Hers. Not allies, either- Brahne had been an ally, the Black Mages had been allies, tools used to achieve his ends and discarded as soon as he was done with them-
Not just allies. Friends.
Kuja turns, sets Frisk on the stunned and recovering Opalescence. And then he turns, as the sky explodes around him, orange and black and blue and white and crimson as fury, righteous and terrible and his and there was no way she was going to touch anyone ever again..
”No more worlds destroyed. No more death.” Spells twist into blades in his hands, perfectly matched, Holy and Flare. ”Somebody Haste me. I’m going to enjoy this.” He descends, then, like a meteor, thrusting blades forward into as much of Ramaa as he can manage.
> Flare (Ramaa | Single Target)
Deals extreme non-elemental magic damage.
> Seraphim (Ramaa | Single Target)
Deals extreme holy magic damage.
> Trance (Self)
Boosts the potency of all Magic skills by a factor of 10. Turn 3 of 4.