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A moment of deep discomfort later and Mandan successfully shot a blast of...whatever it was...at Arthur, knocking him completely off course and into the sand. Not wanting to lose the temporary advantage he'd gotten, the dark boy tried to finish standing, only to shout in dismay as some sort of billowing evil flooded towards him, rushing into his hand. No...no, no...nonononono...this was too much, he'd gotten lucky before, but there was no way in hell he wouldn't lose his mind to all this darkness...he could dimly see he was pulling whatever corruption Sera had absorbed towards himself as well...good...she'd be safe...but he had to kill himself, and quickly...and yet...he was so...tired...
The next thing Mandan became aware of was the sun burning down on his back. Stupid desert. Groaning, he tried to move, only to feel his muscles rebel against him. It made sense though...he had to have used a ton of energy to do that blast thing, of course he'd be sore...though he must've passed out right after...which meant...fearful, he snapped his head around to see...everyone relaxing. Donna and Kulos were wrapped around each other, Amelia was consoling Theo, Seamus was helping people...even Lecta was there somehow...the dark boy was glad the idiot hadn't gotten himself killed in his stupidity. And a little further down, Dianne was helping Sera. Thank the gods she'd survived...the others had kept Arthur off her...though as he finished his visual sweep, he saw a pile of ash, darker color distinct from the surrounding sands, right where Arthur had fallen before Mandan had blacked out. That meant...oh gods, he hadn't meant to kill him...sure, he'd tried to kill both him and his sister, but there had to have been a shot at redemption in there somewhere...and instead he'd taken the boy's life. Revulsion swept through him, and he barely had time to force his unwilling body to kneel and spin away from the others, removing his veil as he did so. He was then violently ill, disgust for what he'd done simply too much for him to handle. He'd saved Sera's life, true...but only by taking another's...and while if he had to choose between them the answer was obvious, that didn't mean he was going to be happy about having done so. He'd...butchered the boy...and that was something he'd have to bear for the rest of his life. First he'd caused Leo's death, now he'd killed Arthur...how many more of his friends would die as a direct result of him? Stomach now emptied, he replaced his veil. He'd try to stand in a moment...for now, he needed to come to terms with his new status of murderer.
The next thing Mandan became aware of was the sun burning down on his back. Stupid desert. Groaning, he tried to move, only to feel his muscles rebel against him. It made sense though...he had to have used a ton of energy to do that blast thing, of course he'd be sore...though he must've passed out right after...which meant...fearful, he snapped his head around to see...everyone relaxing. Donna and Kulos were wrapped around each other, Amelia was consoling Theo, Seamus was helping people...even Lecta was there somehow...the dark boy was glad the idiot hadn't gotten himself killed in his stupidity. And a little further down, Dianne was helping Sera. Thank the gods she'd survived...the others had kept Arthur off her...though as he finished his visual sweep, he saw a pile of ash, darker color distinct from the surrounding sands, right where Arthur had fallen before Mandan had blacked out. That meant...oh gods, he hadn't meant to kill him...sure, he'd tried to kill both him and his sister, but there had to have been a shot at redemption in there somewhere...and instead he'd taken the boy's life. Revulsion swept through him, and he barely had time to force his unwilling body to kneel and spin away from the others, removing his veil as he did so. He was then violently ill, disgust for what he'd done simply too much for him to handle. He'd saved Sera's life, true...but only by taking another's...and while if he had to choose between them the answer was obvious, that didn't mean he was going to be happy about having done so. He'd...butchered the boy...and that was something he'd have to bear for the rest of his life. First he'd caused Leo's death, now he'd killed Arthur...how many more of his friends would die as a direct result of him? Stomach now emptied, he replaced his veil. He'd try to stand in a moment...for now, he needed to come to terms with his new status of murderer.