*writing
in her journal* Why is everything always placed on my shoulders?
Ever since I was little, I've always had to be the one to get
things done. It's just not right.*meanwhile, back at Control*
*writing
in her journal* Why is everything always placed on my shoulders?
Ever since I was little, I've always had to be the one to get
things done. It's just not right.
*a knock on the door*
Who's
there?
*opens
the door* It's me Chrissy.
*shuts
journal* Oh. Hello Chief.
Are you
alright there?
Yeah.
Just a lot of things going through my head.
Yeah, I
guess that is why you ran off.
...
What's
on your mind?
I
just... can't do it.
Why not?
The
last time I did... nothing... nevermind.
Chrissy,
the fate of the entire world could depend on your abilities.
Why
me though? Doesn't Orakio have the power?
... I
don't know. He hasn't seemed like himself since the fusion.
You
noticed it too, eh?
Yeah. It
is as though his will to fight left him.
His
will to fight, gone? That's not good.
It's
real bad. The Dark Entity could use that to his advantage and
destroy him once and for all.
*under
her breath* ... Orakio...
I'm
afraid to say this, but you need to get out there and help Orakio.
...
You'd
better do it soon, that's all I can say. *leaves*
...
I'm sorry... I just... can't.
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