[Area] Blasted Zone - Dust and Ruin

"Wait...!"

A hand lashes out, grabbing Zwei's arm. And he looks up, meeting her eyes with his shaky gaze.

"...Please. Just... wait. Ghn..."

Raz coughs up another spurt of blood, wound starting at reopening as he starts the slow process of pushing himself off the ground. The lines of blue fizzle and the skeleton forming collapses under its own weight, legs giving out and parts crumbling faster than they can constitute. And the heir's shocked expression narrows to something more terse.

"See, that's your problem. You overextend and reach your power out so far, too far, and either burn out or find yourself coming up short. I told you your revision won't work here... This prismatic world of dreams will be the gateway to the next. And it isn't a reality you can overcome."

A barrier appears in midair between Clear and the incoming shot, deflecting it harmlessly to the ground. And Raz, hand thrown up to conjure it, does his best to support himself but ends up leaning on Zwei just a bit.

"...I can't do this alone. Not a single person here can, not me, not you, not even Clear... I need, everyone here's help. For my selfish request."

At that, the heir turns to face him, making a noise of derision.

"Anything to do with that bullshit you spouted a moment ago? Help, from you? What a load of crap."

"...You're feeling it now, aren't you. Bringing it all together you're feeling what the part of you that's been with me wanted... the truth. That this, thing you've become, this goal you've dedicated to... You can't help yourself."

"What..."

"What you wanted... *hack*" And there's more blood. He probably shouldn't be talking, or moving right now. But that won't stop him.

"...What you wanted was someone to stop you. Tch, hahaha... fuck this hurts.... I. You've gotta be feeling it now though, don't you...?"

The heir takes a step back, eyes widening. Bullshit, its bullshit, he's full of it. His goal, his resolution... It's right there, right here. So why...? Why are his feet rooted there. Why...?

A blade, incoming. It's all he can do but make a hasty, sloppy dodge that leaves a gash in his side and sends him tumbling to the ground then back to his feet in a sloppy, slapdash manner. And he snarls, skimming the ground with with weapon and sending a wave of cutting force and debris rushing toward FL, before spotting Raz taking one step forward. And his crazed eyes widen as he takes a step back.

"No... Stay back, stay thefuck away from me!!! What did you do?! What did you do?!"

"Sorry. But... that request of yours. It's why I couldn't let go of you completely. And why I can't stop now... You're a real damn idiot but, I've been there. So... I can't let it be. I won't... let it end, like this. I'm gonna help you."

Raz smiles, blood at his mouth, hand gripping Zwei's tightly  as if to wordlessly beg her support. And the heir stares, a cold sweat taking him as his mouth starts to hang open.

Zwei most definitely tries to force herself out of Raz's grip...Only to look at him basically falling apart.
How the fuck..

"What in the hell...how...why...What the hell! Why are you...Why..."

The twisting cauldron of emotions get the better of the main ghost, tears welling up in frustration.

"You idiot...How the hell are we supposed to compare against something like that...!? He's fucked you up so much that you can't even get fixed by...!"

Nora squints at the situation, power still flowing through the ones closest to the Heir. She approaches Clear and places a hand on her shoulder, dashing back out of the front lines.
"It's ok, you must be tired."
Even if Nora didn't have an overwhelming aura around her, probably not even that much to Clear though, Nora exuded a strong sense of determination around her and was controlling the cadences of power around her, starting to dip into pouring more offensive capabilities into her allies. She also gave Raz special care, making sure he wouldn't destabilize during this downtime in healing. She was a mage of blood after all, so he shouldn't be losing as much as he was just before.

"I can."

Raz looks ahead, expression tightening.

"You can. Tch... This is stupid, I know. But, you are helping. If it weren't for you I couldn't even move at all right now... I, shouldn't be, that's why things are reopening. Talking, too, that's not doing any favors. But I need your help here... And, there's no real reason for it. But I trust you."

Standing a little straighter he holds a hand to his stomach, panting faintly.

"...Nah, there is a reason. I think, its that time Wayland spent in my body. That guy never did like fighting with you, and I think in his own way keeping the bubble veiled was his way of trying to protect you, too. He knew the kind of person you could be... so it made him sad, seeing you caught up in that sea of despair. But. You're free of that now, and I could really use your help Mistress."

Raz's eyes widen at that last word coming out of his mouth, glancing down at his chest with widening eyes before scoffing.

"...Is that what's happened? Dammit man I'm busy enough spilling my guts, I can't afford to spill yours too."

At this close proximity Zwei might notice a phantom purple ribbon around Raz's arm, another familiar aura about him, now.

Katie's dreamform starts blinking in and out of existence, before finally disappearing...
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"You...You actually fucking think that our shitty fucking life powers can actually fucking work in this situation?! For fucks sake, a fucking almighty being that can create and recreate anything's powers didn't work; how the fuck would ours would then!? It's obvious that there's something else going on..."

Zwei can't help but bark back.
There's no way that a scenario like that can even happen.
It's impossible.

The collective has seen almost every scenario play out. It's just not possible.

"The plan, is real simple. I'm gonna try not to die, and you try and keep me from dying."

Raz smiles tersely in spite of everything, moving to take her hand and grip it reassuringly.

"I know a thing or two about feeling worthless... like you're redundant, anything you can do, someone out there can do better. Feeling like there's no point to your actions is an awful thing. But... A long time ago, I remembered feeling the same way, and having friends to reassure me. And maybe I wasn't the best at some things, and I couldn't help as much as others in some matters. But there were always things only I could do, because I'm the only one like me in the grand scheme of things. Maybe not the best, sometimes only to falter. But when I find yourself wondering 'what can I do'... the answer is always 'what I can. That's enough.

What you alone can do... is always something. So don't doubt yourself to the point that you can't even take the step forward. And... what you can do, is heal me. I'm feeling a little light-headed from talking so much..."