"Well, I'm not too learned on that subject but I think all of the Saviour's Dozen got a little piece of the Queen stuck in 'im, least that's what Fass thinks." He paused thoughtfully for a moment. "But whadd'ya mean by 'possessed'?"
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"You're not real... you can't be!" X cried.
"Look, that don't matter one little rat's ass, X. He's yer enemy, kill 'im!"
Remnant grinned a look of pure evil, and chills shot down X's spine. He gulped quietly and then, without making a sound, took off running. It was dark, yes. But his eyes had begun to adjust, and he saw plenty of debris and cover he could make use of.
A wise man had once told him never to worry about where he was running to, as the running from was more important. The to would sort itself out, as he understood it.
But he was slow; slower than Remnant at any rate and Remnant smashed his broadsword into him. Coupled with X's own momentum, he went flying, only to have his fall interrupted by Remnant catching him.
"OhshitI'mgoingtodie!" X ejaculated.
Remnant placed his fist into his other hand and smashed him into the ground.
And so it continued. For the better part of the next hour this torrid dance continued: X would run, get beaten up over and over again.
At the end, X could hardly even move. He lay there, hearing the sound of Remnant's footsteps approaching him. But he knew it was different this time. There was something different in the atmosphere, even in the way Remnant walked. It was, on a technical level, perfectly identical to the times before it. But there was a somberness about it. A quiet dignity to a fallen enemy, and even a touch of sadness about it.
"Of course there is," X thought to himself. "My subconscious is depressed that it's going to kill me...it...us...whatever."
And then he heard it. It was a quiet voice, full of serenity and calm. And it said only one thing to him:
"Call for me, and I will come to your aid."
X knew the voice. He had never heard it before, but he knew it just as one knows their own hearts. It was a voice that had been with him for as long as he dared remember.
And then he remembered Remnant. In a panic, X mustered the strength together and leapt to his feet. Remnant extended his sword and began to charge. This was the final standoff.
X shut his eyes and waited for the inevitable, as he heard Remnant come ever closer.
But then he remembered.
"Sylvontis, guide my hand!"
A warmth spread through his arms, and a heavy object was suddenly gripped. He didn't even have to see it to know what it was. His sword had been fixed, and it felt stronger than ever. He opened his eyes.
Remnant was fixed firmly to the edge of his blade.