Please consider Aria, post-battle is the bands, getting ready to go off on Adagio for costing them their magic. Consider Aria fuming, thinking to herself if they had followed HER lead and HER plan, they wouldn’t be in this mess. Consider Aria, opening her mouth to say “I told you so”,
Only to see the brokenness on Adagio’s face as she desperately tries to force the cracked segments of her necklace back together. The complete fear that overtakes her. The shame, the embarrassment, the realization that all their power is gone. She has nothing now. She IS nothing now— and Aria stops.
Imagine Aria setting a hand on Adagio’s shoulder and the other girl flinching at the contact, waiting to hear the bitter blame that she deserves, only for Aria to give her a soft reassuring smile.
“We’re gonna be okay. We don’t have our magic, but at least we have each other. We’ve always had each other. We’re gonna be fine.”
