Orihime took an uncertain step forward, taking a deep breath. Her heart wasn't always pure, and there had been a lot of dark moments in her life that had hurt her deeply. But that wasn't what was needed now, was it? Holding the stone tightly in both hands, she closed her eyes, and held it out in unison with the pink-haired girl. She poured forth the memories of her older brother, who worked so hard to support them both but always had a smile for her when he came home. There were memories of the moment Ryuko stepped forward to defend her, even though they were strangers, chasing away the girls that had tormented her for so many years. That first stirring of hope, and the open hand of friendship that was extended to her.
The wild excitement of riding on a Rotomcycle with the girl that Orihime looked up to as a symbol of confidence and pride.
The meeting her Farfetch'd, Enraku, at the breeding center and feeling that first warm bond between the two of them.
The faint stirring of pride when she'd healed Duo's injuries with her own powers and feeling that maybe this world had need of her after all.
Every happiness, every vulnerability, everything that made her who she was, she offered up into the Stone.
Her eyes sure snapped open quick once Mewtwo started to scream. At first she was alarmed; the pain it felt from sorrow was almost synonymous with the pain of the body it was so sharp and intense. She raised her arm to shield her eyes from the bright burst of energy, then she could only stare in awe as she watched its degrading body begin to recover.
When it was over, she could feel that her cheeks were wet. Whatever it had been feeling, she'd felt it too, albeit to a lesser degree. What she wanted more than anything now was to run to the bewildered Pokemon and throw her arms around him, and tell him that it was okay now. But was that what he wanted?
She took another wary step forward, hands raised to hover uselessly in the air as she remained torn about whether to reach out or give him space to breathe.
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The wild excitement of riding on a Rotomcycle with the girl that Orihime looked up to as a symbol of confidence and pride.
The meeting her Farfetch'd, Enraku, at the breeding center and feeling that first warm bond between the two of them.
The faint stirring of pride when she'd healed Duo's injuries with her own powers and feeling that maybe this world had need of her after all.
Every happiness, every vulnerability, everything that made her who she was, she offered up into the Stone.
Her eyes sure snapped open quick once Mewtwo started to scream. At first she was alarmed; the pain it felt from sorrow was almost synonymous with the pain of the body it was so sharp and intense. She raised her arm to shield her eyes from the bright burst of energy, then she could only stare in awe as she watched its degrading body begin to recover.
When it was over, she could feel that her cheeks were wet. Whatever it had been feeling, she'd felt it too, albeit to a lesser degree. What she wanted more than anything now was to run to the bewildered Pokemon and throw her arms around him, and tell him that it was okay now. But was that what he wanted?
She took another wary step forward, hands raised to hover uselessly in the air as she remained torn about whether to reach out or give him space to breathe.
"Are you okay?"