[The memories slam into Yusei and he gasps, almost physically recoiling at the sensation of having his mind filled with thoughts that aren't his own. Thoughts that are surprisingly more coherent than he would have expected from a giant, friendly lizard. Thoughts of family, of doubt, of wanting to unite two disparate sides. His heart lurches in concern, in sympathy.
Godzilla? This guy's name is...]
Gah...You're...You are...?
[On Godzilla's ends, the scenery is just as dire, if not completely different, aesthetics wise. An old memory that still burns fresh, it's one that the recent events have brought back to the forefront for reasons that will soon become apparnt.
It's a dark, dreary island, covered in the wreckage of an old city, in the dead of night and overcast without even a single star to light the way. Instead, all the lighting is eerie and purple, lit up by ghastly fires that don't seem natural in any way possible.
Godzilla's co-pilot is in the midst of those fires, driving on a bright red motorbike as a silvery-starry dragon follows him, eyes focused on someone who looks like a ghoul brought back from the dead. The ghoul cackles in mad delight, and each harsh syllable feels like a stake in Yusei's heart, guilt, sorrow, I tried to save you, please believe me, stop stop stop
People come forth into the flames, and as Yusei recognizes them as people from his hometown (their hometown) the guilt ramps up into fear, fear, what are you doing, why are you bringing them into this need to protect, can't fail again, can't can't and he screams at his friend, desperate to receive some kind of counter to his fear, that all of this is some kind of dream.
It's not a dream, and his friend (what friend? where is the friend he once knew? his friend wouldn't have done this) sacrifices them. The people of his hometown are consumed, turned into bright balls of light that decorate the sky in a sick parody of a starry sky, fed into a giant stone heart, and-
The earth splits apart. There's a beast crawling out of the earth, hungry and vicious and furious, as large as the kaiju they're currently fighting againsts, glowing bright with the souls it has taken, so full of hate, and he can't stop it, nothing is working, he's failing again, he doesn't, he can't, he can't-]
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Godzilla? This guy's name is...]
Gah...You're...You are...?
[On Godzilla's ends, the scenery is just as dire, if not completely different, aesthetics wise. An old memory that still burns fresh, it's one that the recent events have brought back to the forefront for reasons that will soon become apparnt.
It's a dark, dreary island, covered in the wreckage of an old city, in the dead of night and overcast without even a single star to light the way. Instead, all the lighting is eerie and purple, lit up by ghastly fires that don't seem natural in any way possible.
The fires make the shape of what seems like a man.
Godzilla's co-pilot is in the midst of those fires, driving on a bright red motorbike as a silvery-starry dragon follows him, eyes focused on someone who looks like a ghoul brought back from the dead. The ghoul cackles in mad delight, and each harsh syllable feels like a stake in Yusei's heart, guilt, sorrow, I tried to save you, please believe me, stop stop stop
People come forth into the flames, and as Yusei recognizes them as people from his hometown (their hometown) the guilt ramps up into fear, fear, what are you doing, why are you bringing them into this need to protect, can't fail again, can't can't and he screams at his friend, desperate to receive some kind of counter to his fear, that all of this is some kind of dream.
It's not a dream, and his friend (what friend? where is the friend he once knew? his friend wouldn't have done this) sacrifices them. The people of his hometown are consumed, turned into bright balls of light that decorate the sky in a sick parody of a starry sky, fed into a giant stone heart, and-
The earth splits apart. There's a beast crawling out of the earth, hungry and vicious and furious, as large as the kaiju they're currently fighting againsts, glowing bright with the souls it has taken, so full of hate, and he can't stop it, nothing is working, he's failing again, he doesn't, he can't, he can't-]