'I failed?'
My thoughts slowed to a crawl as I looked up. The Drakoshi firing towards my cover once more did not phase me. My eyes were fixed on the weapon.
'This is my fault and I- Uughh'
My entire body began to violently hurt.
My origin began to thrash around in place. My Psionics became turbulent like a violent storm. I then heard a voice scream through my Mindspace, almost shattering it with the power in each word.
"WE! NOT! FAIL! NEVER! FAIL!"
Each word felt like a fact, not a statement.
My Origin has not spoken up in a long time. It had no reason to, it hadn't tried to kill me in a while and we had achieved peace finally, but this... This had thrown everything off balance. So I thought to myself.
"I have done everything I can! I'm pinned down. I can't-"
"We. Can. Do...ANYTHING! Like. Jewel. Like Lover."
