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[kj1225]

Kyle picks up the book and Medea and takes them to his room.

[Empiricist]

Victoria carries Miranda to the infirmary just to be sure.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Medea just snuggles Kyle's arm while he's at it.

[kj1225]

When Kyle gets to his room he sits on his bed snuggling Medea.

[Empiricist]

Victoria carefully lays Miranda down in a comfortable position on an unoccupied infirmary bed.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Then Medea wakes up.

[kj1225]

"Good morning sunshine."

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Medea nods and giggles.
"Good morning, Kyle."

[kj1225]

Kyle kisses Medea on the cheek.
"I figured that you would rather be here with a soft thing instead of in that chair."

[IamanElfCollaborator]

She nods and snuggles him.

[kj1225]

Kyle snuggles back.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Meanwhile...

Elsewhere in the multiverse.

Other worlds.....are not so fortunate.

A world ravaged by the gods. Eternal darkness. The last living mortals attempt to shine a light into it....but fail.

But even a tiny spark of hope shines bright, and it did. From the dreams of mortals, an entity known as Azuander, the Dream Walker, personification of all man's dreams.

He forced back the darkness. He forced back the eternal Nightmare that had overtaken the world.

Azuander was celebrated, and he was proud to have fulfilled the dreams of his worshippers. He began to grant wishes to the most blessed. At first, this worked. People who did good deeds were rewarded.

But then, as they are wont to do, man grew jealous.

Eventually, those possessing the wishes of Azuander were killed or ostracised and chased away. Azuander looked upon this and grieved.

He eventually stopped the practice, and sealed himself away.

The eternal Nightmare watched, and waited.

And one day....he rose, having fed upon the ill feeling against his enemy. He took the world by force while his eternal enemy was sealed. Eventually, Azuander unsealed himself....but it was too late.

And he himself was captured.

Now.....three worlds must pay the price.

[Empiricist]

Victoria calmly watches over Miranda wondering what to do... likely she would be unaware of her origins, unaware of her creator and her fate... what then? Would she tell her and endure whatever wrath would be unleashed or let her dwell in obliviousness. No, she would take the former option and accept whatever consequence follows it. Doubtlessly it won't be pleasant, but as long as Selina would allow it, she would be willing to accept any retribution. Perhaps she could blind herself and rupture her eardrums? Snap her spine and cripple her? Cut off her tongue so she could never speak or kiss? Possibly, it would be rather fitting, ensuring her that she would be subjected to the torment of remaining useless and incapable of seeing or hearing or kissing Selina for the foreseeable future, entombed within a broken shell whilst her fears prey upon her... maybe, but would it be enough? Would it be remotely enough to avenge the death of Miranda's creator?  Would Selina let her for that matter? Letting out a wistful sigh, Victoria smiles sadly as she observed Miranda's sleeping form, she looked so calm, so peaceful...  she wouldn't mind having her as her executioner... she knew she couldn't say that, she couldn't afford to upset Selina again... but how was she supposed to answer to what she did? Victoria looked like she was about to cry... to be honest, she wanted to. To break down in recognition of her guilt, yet she didn't feel any guilt only joy and sorrow. Joy from being with Selina. Sorrow from her inability to feel remorse. Soon a few tears welled up in her eyes and slowly accelerated downwards, she was not crying from guilt but rather her inability to feel guilt. Producing tears not from remorse but from her sorrow that she was incapable of crying over it. Perhaps it was true that a burden is only heavy to the person who must carry it, yet Victoria didn't want help. She needed it, but she didn't want it. Content to be slowly crushed by it all. Broken until all she could feel was her own agony and her love for Selina... yet this seemed unlikely... was the worst possible punishment for her the ones fabricated by her mind? Or did she suffer the most from not receiving any retribution? Was it a worse fate to accept her painful future or to evade it and escape all consequences? She wasn't sure anymore. Her silent cry ceased as she forced herself to resolve it and be happy once more. No matter. It was irrelevant. She could not allow it to upset Selina, so regardless of circumstance, she would not. Keeping her back to Selina to conceal her tears, Victoria carefully wiped them away. Selina wanted her to be happy and so she will be for her sake...

[Twi]

Miranda wakes up for a moment. The first moment of her existence. Well, she has a few memories, but those don't count.

She opens her eyes.

"...HORSEFEATHERS!"

...Though she flails a bit, she eventually decides that maybe going back to sleep would be better.

[Empiricist]

"Huh? What's the matter?"