Dimensional Descent

"What's all that supposed to mean?" Milan asked.

James shrugged. "You asked, I answered. I don't know what else you want from me. Believe in my guess or don't, not like we can do anything about it anyway. That man won't listen to anyone right now. The only person he would listen to is dead now."

"Not necessarily," Joel suddenly spoke.

"You think Aina can do something?"

"Maybe, but that's not what I meant. Though... probably not. He still has that silver dictionary. Maybe it can talk some sense into him."

The group fell into silence again. It made sense, the trouble was... who would do it? That silver disk was probably the possession Leonel valued the most right now, it would always be in his possession and on his mind. It also didn't respond to anyone's voice but Leonel's own. Expecting someone who was hurting to find their own path to healing was like asking a baby to feed and dress itself.

Just like that, even if they felt that they had the solution, they would never be able to use it. Maybe only Aina or his mother could get him to try and use it.

Like James had said... the so-called "true Leonel" was the man his father had raised. The other Leonel wasn't exactly a real person, but rather the influence of one. The first usually trumped the latter, unless... the first completely shut down.

James shook his head. "You lot are too depressed about this."

now you want us to act like everything's fine? What if he goes out there and gets

all of that, but I also didn't hold back in one aspect. The operative word was yet. He hasn't earned that right yet. But every time he's been given an opportunity to prove it, he has. Does the process matter if he wins in the end

a little bit different

against a team with far more Five Stars than his own, while

silence and James closed his

far more weapons than just his arm alone... All I'm saying is that if I

him off when he's in

slowly fading. Pissing Leonel off now wasn't just a small matter. In fact, it could very well be an existential matter. The usual Leonel had an off button, he had a

...

even try to move. He couldn't feel his muscles flexing, he couldn't even send the command to his

be frozen in time, and this was the power of The Hourglass. One didn't even

expression changed, but he

SHUUU! PCHU!

through it and almost exiting from the other side. Although it failed to make it all the way through, it didn't matter. What needed to be done had been done, the hand that El'Rion had been using to hold

What had just

he had just thought of Leonel and willed him to be frozen. It shouldn't have mattered what schemes Leonel had in store, even if he used a clone as a decoy, even if he vanished from his Divine Armor and left