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[poisontippedcure]

who: rose and you(?)
what: memories!
when: throughout the month of march
warnings: death, mentions of captivity, body horror

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[poisontippedcure]

[Fun is a relative term. The people around them are still talking, but the voices will begin to appear muffled to Byakuya. All save for a newcomer, dressed in a peculiar robe.. Rose is still on the ground when he begins speaking.]

The combined power of every lightwarden is too much for a single soul to bear.

[He steps closer, raising his staff.]

And so I shall relieve you of it.

[With those words, he erects a barrier around the three of them, and begins to drain some sort of energy from Rose. It appears to be working, up until a shot is heard across the hall.]

[beatnest]

[ Being trapped is not Byakuya's idea of a good time, and elicits a few grumble or two from him. But there's other things to focus on, other things that annoy him even more. ]

It's not too much unless you actually break from it. [ His definition of breaking might be extreme, and he looks down at Rose again then up at the robed figure. Really, this is all a matter of him having faith in Rose.

And when the shot rings out— ]

See! Someone agrees with me.

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["It's not too much unless you actually break from it," is correct. It's what makes it such a pity that Rose is, indeed, breaking. The brief respite she had when the Exarch was absorbing the light has now passed, and now she's nearly collapsed on the floor.]

[Rose is far too out of it to recognize what's going on around her; the forcefield has disappeared and the Exarch seems to have collapsed as well. As out of it as she is, however, Emet-Selch's voice rings out clearly.]

What a disappointment you turned out to be.

I placed my faith in you. Let myself believe you could contain the light.

But now look at you, halfway to becoming a monster.

[The rest of what he says becomes muddled, Rose can't make it out herself, and the memory is now fraying at the edges. Were Byakuya to take a closer work at Rose, it wouldn't be hard to recognize that she's not well. Not only is her hair now a sickly shade of white, her skin has an eerie cast to it, almost like it's plaster.]

[beatnest]

[ He's frowning at this but he holds his tongue for once, looking like he wants to poke the image of Rose before him but holding off. There's a shake of his head like he's disagreeing with something before he does speak, even if no one hear can him. ]

Are you becoming a doll? It looks pretty painful. [ All the lack of tact as always, except. ] But who cares if you become a monster? You can still be you, even if you are.