trans_9 | No Tears This Time (Open)

Of all the duties of a summoner, the Sending was easily the hardest for Yuna to face. Every time she took up her staff and danced, it meant only one thing: more people had violently died, needlessly died, shouldn't have died, wouldn't have died had an outside source not torn them apart. Left alone to wander the universe with their anger at sudden death intact, their lost souls could coalesce into an even greater threat.

This time, she thought with a painful clench of her heart, she wasn't guiding the souls of a small army's soldiers or the scattered casualties of a ruined town. If their information was to be believed, with the possible exception of her guardians, all Spirans had perished in the Ohm's violent strike. Knowing that meant she was likely the last summoner still living---thus the responsibility for their souls fell to her.

Even as she picked up her staff and walked to the center of the observation deck, standing under the red sky as seen through the window, she had her doubts. Without a Farplane, where would they go? Could her prayers reach them this far away? Could one summoner handle so many souls? A total annihilation of her planet and countless others. It was a daunting task to be sure, but just a small pebble on the long journey awaiting this crew.

No matter what happened, she thought forcefully, she owed it to everyone to give it a try. With a strong enough prayer, they would have a chance at final peace.

Her mind made up, Yuna began her solemn dance. There were no hymns, water columns, or sparkling lights this time: just a girl left alone to mourn the deaths in her own way, the entire overwhelming situation putting her rhythm just slightly off.

When the last of her fervent prayers trailed from her mind past the tip of her staff, invisibly entering the universe, she let the rod clatter to the ground and dropped to her knees. Whispering into the humid air, she willed one last thing to be true.

"I'm sorry, everyone. If there's a way to stop this, even a way to right this wrong...I will. I promise you."

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"That's beautiful." Superboy said. It was the only thing he could say to describe the dance. And despite his normal silence, something about it made him have to say something. Because it was true, he hadn't ever seen anything quite like it before.

"I hope so. It's meant to ease the pain of loss," Yuna answered quietly. Largely directed toward the dead, but practice had also taught her that the living were comforted by it too.

"Oh." Superboy lowered his head, "I understand." He sighed. It brought back memories of his friends.

Yuna took in that sad look with a worried expression, moving closer to him. "You haven't been reunited with your friends either?"

Superboy sighed, "Not really." The Superman family he found here was odd. Not that he minded them, as annoying as they were they were looking out for him. But they weren't the people he knew, so it wasn't the same.

'Not really'. What an odd response. It was a yes or no question, wasn't it? Unless his family was ignoring him? That just made her worry more.

"I'm sorry. My friend and I tried to search within the pod caverns, but we weren't allowed to continue. We've been told that our friends are safe, but after all of this...it's hard to believe, I know."

Superboy nodded, "I didn't know what was going on." He said. Now that he thought about it he should have done that. There wasn't anything he could do about that now though.

Yuna still seemed sad. "Still...a number of people are awakened every so often. They could be next to return, right?"

She really, really didn't want to think about the alternative.

He nodded and smiled, "Yeah." He wasn't very hopeful, but maybe he should be? After all, there isn't anything he can do except hope.

That sadness was still always present, wasn't it? One sorrow after another, possible to cope with but never fully able to escape.

"Sorrow never seems to end. I've only been able to fight it."

He looks her in the eyes with the same smile, "I don't know a lot about sorrow. I'm new to the loss thing. But... I think fighting it is better than letting it beat you."

A world without constant losses? Yuna marveled---what a wonder that was from her perspective. "Time without sorrow is a blessing. I hope we're able to stave it off somehow----our crusaders against theirs."

She looked out the window, imagining the dangers that lay out there.

"We will. Because we have to." It was a marvel he could think in that simple terms, but that was the long and the short of it. It was either do or die, there wasn't really anything else to say about it.

"No matter what," she finished the all too familiar oath. It took a moment of prayer to re-focus, but she was soon looking up at him and smiling again.

"Have you seen the information on our opponents?"

"No. Kon told me they're terrible." He said.

"He's right," she agreed solemnly, still thinking on a solution. "Their swarms, even when fought against, can destroy an entire planet within an hour.It's senseless destruction happening again and again. We don't understand their reason yet."

No Tears This Time (Open)

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