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He don’t know what took him so long, really. After all the messages his dead and dying selves had handed over, after all the times they’d told him that the Host was not going to hurt him, that they were simply waiting with arms wide open and love in their hearts...He should’ve known. Instead he had allowed fear to control and blind him to the truth of the matter. The Others - The Horrorterrors - had attempted to condemn their session to failure. They had stolen the golden planet of Prospit and re-arranged the orbits so to try and take their Forge as well. It a was a twist of good luck that they had carried him closer to Skaia at the same time. Get to Skaia, the grand chorus whispered to him. Get to the Battlefield, and we will follow you there. We will open the way and do what we must to make you happy. Rick smiled and continued his ascension up the dwelling spire. How could he have forgotten their kindness? The Angels were going to carry him to her and even if it took eternity, he knew it would be worth it. She was his Salvation, after all.

You sing fury and go back to do whatever it takes to save her.

Welcome back, little host. We sing adoration for We have missed you so. You shudder at the legion of voices around you. They’re feeling particularly kind tonight, it seems- The sharp shooting pains under your skin aren’t making you want to scream and tear it off just so to dig them out. Instead they just feel like they are gently tearing you open strand by strand. You’re grateful for the fact. We have a task for you. Could you possibly assist us? You grit your teeth and smile broadly, calling out the affirmative. There is no alternative choice here. Lovely little one, they hum. Little one, dearest one. We sing love. There is another child of ours coming from the west. Be a dear and call them home, won’t you? You nod and crack your spine before leaping, the coiled white aura the Angels blessed you with stretching out to carry you like wings.You do not get to your destination yet. You want to stay up in the closest thing that the Underworld has to a sky but duty calls. You descend. She’s looking around in confusion when you virtually drop on top of her. She smiles and steps towards you, faltering as she notices. Welcome home, you sing, a thousand voices chorusing with you. Welcome home, precious sister. I have missed you so.

“Ugh,” she groaned, rolling her eyes. “What are you even still doing here? Didn’t I show you already?” You don’t let your face flicker at that. “Let’s see!” she says, holding a hand up lazily over her head. “I’m, what, prettier than you? Smarter too. Don’t even bother denying it!” The last part is practically sung at you, which makes you wonder how she manages to do it whilst draped over a sofa. “Fitter too,” she adds absentmindedly. “Taller, thinner, more elegant, more graceful. Unlike you. You are so far below me it is unreal.” You don’t let yourself respond. “Everybody agrees! You’re nothing. A dull, dumb bitch who will never achieve anything.” You can’t let yourself respond. She takes the chance to throw back her head and laugh. “Go on!” she howls between cackles. “Try it! See how far you get, you sub-par bitch! I can’t believe I was supposed to be you! You’re nothing! Stupid stupid dumb dumb idiot child who cannot even take a step without needing a hug and a congratulations for it!” You very slowly sit down as she stands up. She wasn’t lying- Your other self clearly has several inches on you and is more than happy to abuse this. You’re left sprawled over the floor from her kick. “Pathetic, shallow, self-centered bitch!” she spits after you, drawing her leg back to kick again. “Clingy little cow! You’re not wanted! Not even your mother wanted you. Lord only knows she would have been better off for having kicked you to the curb!” Her tirade of abuse continues, leaving you to curl up around yourself and sob. “I would do so much better than you,” she whispers as she finally stops and walks away. “I’m going to do so much better, and nobody will disagree with me.”

It isn't much to offer, not after earlier, but you figure it's something. Progress is never fast, after all, but it's still something.