1. Farewell Spirits Kuai hadn't enjoyed the aurora any of the times he'd seen it. While he understood far too well the knowledge that dying was a better outcome than becoming a monster, and he'd even tried to do something similar to himself, it wasn't a good feeling to be on the outside looking in. It might have been hopeless, but Kuai still felt like there had to be a way to save them. To let the spirits live on somehow without corrupting eventually into something horrible.
But there wasn't. And the spirits seemed determined. To force them to stay against their wishes seemed cruel in the face of those who had helped them over the years.
If nothing else, he can do them the honor of witnessing their passage, standing on the treeline by the beach to protect himself from the rain of opals. But he'll watch each and every one. A silent vigil overseeing their journey into further death. Even for dead things.
2. The Cleanup It feels good to be able to clean up after the wreckage and know that this time it feels permanent. The small amount of sunlight casting soft shadows and while the warmth isn't tangible yet, it can almost be felt just from the joy of seeing it again.
Kuai still does his patrols, a creature of routine he'll never be able to break that habit, but now they're really more like walks. Seeing the green bits of grass poking through the ground, the way the light shines orange and soft against the trees, a world being born anew.
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Kuai hadn't enjoyed the aurora any of the times he'd seen it. While he understood far too well the knowledge that dying was a better outcome than becoming a monster, and he'd even tried to do something similar to himself, it wasn't a good feeling to be on the outside looking in. It might have been hopeless, but Kuai still felt like there had to be a way to save them. To let the spirits live on somehow without corrupting eventually into something horrible.
But there wasn't. And the spirits seemed determined. To force them to stay against their wishes seemed cruel in the face of those who had helped them over the years.
If nothing else, he can do them the honor of witnessing their passage, standing on the treeline by the beach to protect himself from the rain of opals. But he'll watch each and every one. A silent vigil overseeing their journey into further death. Even for dead things.
2. The Cleanup
It feels good to be able to clean up after the wreckage and know that this time it feels permanent. The small amount of sunlight casting soft shadows and while the warmth isn't tangible yet, it can almost be felt just from the joy of seeing it again.
Kuai still does his patrols, a creature of routine he'll never be able to break that habit, but now they're really more like walks. Seeing the green bits of grass poking through the ground, the way the light shines orange and soft against the trees, a world being born anew.
It's the most hopeful he's ever felt.