[ Excu-fucking-se-you, Katsuki. First of all, monologuing? That was like three short lines of dialogue. Have you even seen certain of Sakura's castmates? Secondly, Sakura is not a villain, capital V or no. Rather, she is a girl who has had a bad life. To say nothing of having A Bad Day.
She just... glares at him. Her expression is still petulant, something like a scowl.
... and then the light catches her off guard, and...
...
It's only a second. Perhaps less than a second. Fragments when life and everything flashes before you.
... the thing is, when Sakura had let the Shadow come forth, its magical energy was essentially infinite. But that was the true and fully developed Shadow. This is a facsimile. A fraud, as some might even call it. A mirage of what she had once been, what she had experienced in her darkest hours. A ... memory. That's what this is. She's caught in a half-formed memory. A dream, even. Yes... that's it. A dream. Here, Sakura has consumed no Servants. There's no mana, only Bios... and her Bios is not absolute: no, other Otherworlders are partaking in the same energy. And that's where she has made a grave error in underestimating the scale of difference between them. No Angra Mainyu -- "all the World's Evils" here, either ... ]
I... see...
[ Except she does not, because in another moment, that shocking flash overpowers the world.
Sakura sways and slides to her knees, but tendrils of darkness rush up and veil her in a cocoon, shielding her against the worst of the attack. In one sense, though, it's already over. She's not fighting back: rather, she's curling in on herself, staring into the darkness, transfixed as though she's seen a ghost.
That's right... that's how it always goes. The hero has to win, huh?
Although, she thinks, this is not the person she's been waiting for.
To defeat her, punish her... it's all happening again, isn't it? Almost like it was pre-ordained.
But Sakura isn't fighting back anymore. She's not even given up so much as just fallen into herself, fallen down, enmeshed into that dark bubble. Until her vision recovers, she just sees old familiar faces and hears their voices. It's almost like she isn't even here at all. ]
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She just... glares at him. Her expression is still petulant, something like a scowl.
... and then the light catches her off guard, and...
...
It's only a second. Perhaps less than a second. Fragments when life and everything flashes before you.
... the thing is, when Sakura had let the Shadow come forth, its magical energy was essentially infinite. But that was the true and fully developed Shadow. This is a facsimile. A fraud, as some might even call it. A mirage of what she had once been, what she had experienced in her darkest hours. A ... memory. That's what this is. She's caught in a half-formed memory. A dream, even. Yes... that's it. A dream. Here, Sakura has consumed no Servants. There's no mana, only Bios... and her Bios is not absolute: no, other Otherworlders are partaking in the same energy. And that's where she has made a grave error in underestimating the scale of difference between them. No Angra Mainyu -- "all the World's Evils" here, either ... ]
I... see...
[ Except she does not, because in another moment, that shocking flash overpowers the world.
Sakura sways and slides to her knees, but tendrils of darkness rush up and veil her in a cocoon, shielding her against the worst of the attack. In one sense, though, it's already over. She's not fighting back: rather, she's curling in on herself, staring into the darkness, transfixed as though she's seen a ghost.
That's right... that's how it always goes. The hero has to win, huh?
Although, she thinks, this is not the person she's been waiting for.
To defeat her, punish her... it's all happening again, isn't it? Almost like it was pre-ordained.
But Sakura isn't fighting back anymore. She's not even given up so much as just fallen into herself, fallen down, enmeshed into that dark bubble. Until her vision recovers, she just sees old familiar faces and hears their voices. It's almost like she isn't even here at all. ]