"Probably..." Raven sighed and sat down by the bed. She spoke softly, "Nighty. Not sure if I'm getting through to you, like in a movie or something, but I'm gonna be here for you when you wake up. Even if it takes sixty years. I don't hate you for what went down; nopony does. Even if your memory's bucked, just try to remember I... I love you. And don't pick a fight with Az ever again. That's worse than the lava walking."
"She never meant to kill him," Silver said quietly, "Not at first." He looked down at her unemotionally. "She has fought opponents far stronger than Azrael, but never as a civilian. She had no armor, no weapons... and she badly underestimated him. She was prepared for his strength, his speed... even his magic, had Asmodeus not intervened... but she was not prepared for his blood. When the embalming fluid that runs through his veins began to mingle with her own blood, it weakened her. Poisoned her. In the end, the only thing keeping her body going was her chaos magic... but you saw how it affected her mind."
"Yeah. I saw. She was like a ticking time bomb. I wonder if she'd be better off if she, you know, dropped that." She reached to hold her bandaged hoof, but thought better if it, putting her hoof back down.
"I do not know if she could, or would even be willing to do so. Since she learned of her... other selves... she has maintained a connection to them. The power that she possesses is all that remains of the one that she refers to to as the 'original' Nightshade." He sighed. "I do not really understand it. Did she speak to you about it? She is better at explaining it than I." (Hint: She did. In the other RP. Like, soon-ish.)
"Yeah, she did. Kinda crazy stuff." Raven looked at the note that Mister Asmodeus assumed was for her. "Uh, sure?"
*Arch sends a memory along to her, one of a fight that happened centuries before. One of Arch's best friends had injuries worse than Nightshade's. His brain was completely shattered, he was on the cusp of Death. A mist encased Arch's friend. Arch's friend's injuries healed, but he was still comatose. Arch scooped him up and carried him. /\Scene goes black, before resuming/\ A swirling mist with rainbow coloured lights flashing in it surrounded him and within hours he was able to speak, and was well on his way to full recovery.* *" That was the hardest thing I have done in the past 4 centuries, I had to carry my best friend's, well corpse, to a hospital. That hospital was able to piece his mind together. I was so relieved, after all I grew up knowing him and I was glad he was able to live. So there is hope for Nightshade, even if this hospital can't help."*
*neoshadow turns around, somhow keeping their head in one place, despite the bulls bucking and jerking around*
