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UPDATE: also for storing memories for Hugtopia Memory share, for Lup and Noctis.

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windermere

[vartex]

[On the other side of the wormhole the sky opens up, and a memory reveals itself all around them.]

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The Knights of Windermere attack in the dead of night, and immediately he finds their leader, the White Knight, in the air. Their planes dance around one another, exchanging bullets, missiles, and laser blasts, and for a time their skills appear to be equal.

Messer knows differently, and he can tell that his enemy feels it, too.

He's tense, angry, his heart pounding in his chest- all a distraction, dangerous in the heat of war, but it's not one he can control. Not anymore. He fights and fights and fights but his blood is pulsing, and he can feel that familiar bulge of veins pronounced on his skin. He's turning. He's turning he's losing he's losing and it's all going to happen again and

like the snap of a taut thread, he feels his awareness teter off the edge. After that all he feels is

die

die die die die die die die die

killyoukillyoukillyou

I'LL KILL YOU

Instinct fuels him, his mind suddenly empty of all thoughts except the pure, unfiltered carnage, a desire for violence. His movements in the air are no longer graceful and controlled but wild and sporadic, his plane jerking from one direction to the next. He sees nothing but the target in front of him. He doesn't know who that is anymore. There are no names, no faces, no enemies or allies, no war. He has no memory of why he is fighting.

There is only:

kill

end

destroy

tear and slash and stab and shoot and strike and kill and kill and kill and kill and

....

music

Kaname. It's the first thought that breaks through the haze of his mind, the wall of violence that had overwhelmed him. The sound of her voice, her song, slams right into his very core and wraps around him like a warm embrace, and just in time he has enough awareness to jerk the controls to the side, dodging out of the way of an attack that surely would have ended him. He'd... lost. He'd lost it. He'd gone Var again.

It's over.

His teammates come to his aid, chasing away the knights, and he twists his VF-31 towards the stage where Walkure is performing, following their siren song and allowing it to ease the raging fire in his blood.

Again... she saved him again. And now everyone knows.

Now she knows.

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<small>[On the other side of the wormhole the sky opens up, and a <a href="https://youtu.be/2JEs6-ixPa4?t=1007">memory</a> reveals itself all around them.]</small> <center>-------</center> The Knights of Windermere attack in the dead of night, and immediately he finds their leader, the White Knight, in the air. Their planes dance around one another, exchanging bullets, missiles, and laser blasts, and for a time their skills appear to be equal. Messer knows differently, and he can tell that his enemy feels it, too. He's tense, angry, his heart pounding in his chest- all a distraction, dangerous in the heat of war, but it's not one he can control. Not anymore. He fights and fights and fights but his blood is pulsing, and he can feel that familiar bulge of veins pronounced on his skin. He's turning. He's turning he's losing he's losing and it's all going to happen again and like the snap of a taut thread, he feels his awareness teter off the edge. After that all he feels is <i>die die die die die die die die die killyoukillyoukillyou <B>I'LL KILL YOU</b></i> Instinct fuels him, his mind suddenly empty of all thoughts except the pure, unfiltered carnage, a desire for violence. His movements in the air are no longer graceful and controlled but wild and sporadic, his plane jerking from one direction to the next. He sees nothing but the target in front of him. He doesn't know who that is anymore. There are no names, no faces, no enemies or allies, no war. He has no memory of why he is fighting. There is only: <i>kill end destroy tear and slash and stab and shoot and strike and kill and kill and kill and kill and .... <b>music</b></i> Kaname. It's the first thought that breaks through the haze of his mind, the wall of violence that had overwhelmed him. The sound of her voice, her song, slams right into his very core and wraps around him like a warm embrace, and just in time he has enough awareness to jerk the controls to the side, dodging out of the way of an attack that surely would have ended him. He'd... lost. He'd lost it. He'd gone Var again. It's over. His teammates come to his aid, chasing away the knights, and he twists his VF-31 towards the stage where Walkure is performing, following their siren song and allowing it to ease the raging fire in his blood. Again... she saved him again. And now everyone knows. Now she knows. <center>-------</center>