There is a lot that one might want to take in about this, a lot of questions one might ask. Who made this nest? Were they not human, and was that why there wasn't any blood? Why are the plushies manning the bridge? What happened to the bridge, or that screen there?
But Malos doesn't get the luxury of all those questions, because he sees the Pyra doll on the folding table, and his brain basically shuts off. He's there in movement probably too quick for a human, grabbing her and picking her up. Yes, some of her stuffing falls out. His hand's large enough that his one-handed grip might have contained it, if he wasn't shaking the doll violently, anyway.
"What the hell!!! WHAT THE HELL!!!!" This isn't home. This can't be home - there's no Conduit - would there even be a Conduit after everything that happened? He was dead, how would he know - but what is this, then? The remains of old Earth? No, that's what the Cloud Sea is, what Morytha is. So if this isn't home, then how the hell would someone know what Pyra looked like to make a doll of her? And it must be her, because no one else ever could be wearing a blade outfit that glowed green like this. Even if the doll doesn't glow, the green lines are the same, and. Well, if he wasn't holding the doll, Eula would see the same shape of the core crystal, wouldn't they? On the doll. On him.
He stops shaking the Pyra doll, but he doesn't stop standing there, staring at her, trembling violently, most of her still obscured by his fingers. Eula hasn't even asked a question, but he might as well explain:
"Why. Is my sister. Who. Who was on this boat making a doll of my sister, and where the FUCK did they go so I can ASK THEM WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?"
I ACCIDENTALLY GAVE PYRA GOLD EYES ONCE . ITS FINE.
There is a lot that one might want to take in about this, a lot of questions one might ask. Who made this nest? Were they not human, and was that why there wasn't any blood? Why are the plushies manning the bridge? What happened to the bridge, or that screen there?
But Malos doesn't get the luxury of all those questions, because he sees the Pyra doll on the folding table, and his brain basically shuts off. He's there in movement probably too quick for a human, grabbing her and picking her up. Yes, some of her stuffing falls out. His hand's large enough that his one-handed grip might have contained it, if he wasn't shaking the doll violently, anyway.
"What the hell!!! WHAT THE HELL!!!!" This isn't home. This can't be home - there's no Conduit - would there even be a Conduit after everything that happened? He was dead, how would he know - but what is this, then? The remains of old Earth? No, that's what the Cloud Sea is, what Morytha is. So if this isn't home, then how the hell would someone know what Pyra looked like to make a doll of her? And it must be her, because no one else ever could be wearing a blade outfit that glowed green like this. Even if the doll doesn't glow, the green lines are the same, and. Well, if he wasn't holding the doll, Eula would see the same shape of the core crystal, wouldn't they? On the doll. On him.
He stops shaking the Pyra doll, but he doesn't stop standing there, staring at her, trembling violently, most of her still obscured by his fingers. Eula hasn't even asked a question, but he might as well explain:
"Why. Is my sister. Who. Who was on this boat making a doll of my sister, and where the FUCK did they go so I can ASK THEM WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?"