Taking responsibility for what I started

"Fay…" 

'Fay, Fay, Fay, FAY!'

Freed from the prison of aura so deep, thin, and hard to notice, I only had one thought in mind. 

In this one moment, only one thing mattered. And before I could even regain control of my senses properly, I squeezed with my arms at Fay's body, paying no mind to the state we were in. 

"FAY!"

The warmth of her body, the slight movement of her chest as she breathed peacefully, her presence I could sense through our bond… 

All of those things formed a refuge for me to hide from the overwhelming experience of Fay's aura seemingly trying to fry my brain. 

Whatever it was that cracked the shell of that dark world open, I couldn't care less. But by creating this crack of whatever held me in the prison of that minute aura, it also allowed me…

No.