Elementals: For Made Of Power, The World's Loyalness And Bravery

Fragile Hearts

Third Person POV-
    Only so many walls and facades can be kept before the foundation wavers and falls. What had preceded not long ago had left different scars on each member of the group, with specific emphasis on Shelby and Cory, as theirs were literal. Where as Cory was literally stabbed in the stomach for the sake of sweet release from fraud mentality, Shelby was not only mentally scarred from mortally wounding the one she cares for most, but also left with a scar on her soul as well, one not easily cleared. Scars on one's soul only disappear with accepting your actions, which in this case may be almost impossible. Though, of course, every member was feeling the same deadweight feeling, what was to come next? Would they come out of it, and if so, what would be left of them this time?

Adam's POV-
     Our whole group felt like an absolute mess today. Generation One has been trying to get us back on our feet again, but we're just stuck. That last capture took a lot out of all of us, some physically, some mentally. Feeling like someone else, something else, I never want to feel it again. I had basically treated myself as a god, something I was never meant to be. Not to mention how exhausting it was falling out of the flow. We're just so disorganized, but we need to move past this if we're to have any chance at all, survival of the fittest.

Cory's POV-
    "You know I don't blame you at all, right?" I said, sitting next to Shelby. She put her head in her hands, just for a moment. Then, turning to me slightly, she replied: "I know. I do though. I could've came up with a different way. But, I just did it." I processed what she said for a moment, then added: "I doubt that you could've, you did what was best for everyone in the moment. Besides, no one actually died. If you hadn't, it may have been worse." She sighed, then smiled back at me. "I suppose you're right. It's not going to be that easy to recover from, it still left scars. But, it'll all work out." She answered back. "If you feel guilty, if anything, I should feel even worse, it all started and ended with me." I admitted to her. "I guess we're both just messed up, right?" She joking said, now we've switched roles in the conversation. "I guess so. But, that's what makes us relate to eachother so well, we're both messes." I replied. Then, we both started laughing, this conversation went from emotional to sappy unintentionally, but I can't say I'm complaining.

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