It is here that Sylvie's world ends again in so many ways.
For centuries, she's fought onwards with singular purpose - and a not even remotely glorious one at that. Has fought for her own survival, clawed her way through time and space just to keep existing for another moment, another breath, another step towards shutting the whole system down. Never did she bother to make friends along the way. For what purpose? The very nature of the way the TVA hunts her means that anyone she meets who might remember her will be culled from the timeline anyway. She's a solitary ghost, and for centuries the burning need for revenge is enough.
The faces she doesn't remember keep her going. Dozens of Thors and Odins and Freyas pruned from existence because Loki, just a child herself then, kept trying to go home, kept trying to find an Asgard that was hers, dooming dozens of other Asgards in the process.
Loki did that. Sylvie remembers it, though.
And now there's someone who is supposed to know her, someone who is supposed to understand her and have her back. Who promised that where she went, he would come. And in the end, that is not enough. In the end, he hurts her all the same. Asked for her trust and gave her his, only to end up no different than her own worst expectations. Just wants her to be okay - but wants to take her revenge from her.
She's bled and cried for this. She's died for this, too, so many times over. She's lived like vermin in the gaps of existence.
In the end, Sylvie severs t he tentative bond. The only happy memory she has, and she kisses it onto his lips and shoves him through the orange glow of a door through space and time. Her blue eyes are blurred with tears even as He Who Remains taunts her. She doesn't notice that his gaze flicks behind her as more players enter the room, as for one of the few things she's had to do in her life, she is not alone - and unaware as of yet. Her small, thin frame shakes with a sob, her grip on her sword tightens.
And then she lunges.
So does the man concealed in the shadows, intent to strike her down. Another Kang, come to claim the throne for himself and kill the Enchantress, who is meant to liberate the multiverse.
It's a split second in which other, unexpected parties can react...
The Road So Far
The Citadel at the End of Time
For centuries, she's fought onwards with singular purpose - and a not even remotely glorious one at that. Has fought for her own survival, clawed her way through time and space just to keep existing for another moment, another breath, another step towards shutting the whole system down. Never did she bother to make friends along the way. For what purpose? The very nature of the way the TVA hunts her means that anyone she meets who might remember her will be culled from the timeline anyway. She's a solitary ghost, and for centuries the burning need for revenge is enough.
The faces she doesn't remember keep her going. Dozens of Thors and Odins and Freyas pruned from existence because Loki, just a child herself then, kept trying to go home, kept trying to find an Asgard that was hers, dooming dozens of other Asgards in the process.
Loki did that. Sylvie remembers it, though.
And now there's someone who is supposed to know her, someone who is supposed to understand her and have her back. Who promised that where she went, he would come. And in the end, that is not enough. In the end, he hurts her all the same. Asked for her trust and gave her his, only to end up no different than her own worst expectations. Just wants her to be okay - but wants to take her revenge from her.
She's bled and cried for this. She's died for this, too, so many times over. She's lived like vermin in the gaps of existence.
In the end, Sylvie severs t he tentative bond. The only happy memory she has, and she kisses it onto his lips and shoves him through the orange glow of a door through space and time. Her blue eyes are blurred with tears even as He Who Remains taunts her. She doesn't notice that his gaze flicks behind her as more players enter the room, as for one of the few things she's had to do in her life, she is not alone - and unaware as of yet. Her small, thin frame shakes with a sob, her grip on her sword tightens.
And then she lunges.
So does the man concealed in the shadows, intent to strike her down. Another Kang, come to claim the throne for himself and kill the Enchantress, who is meant to liberate the multiverse.
It's a split second in which other, unexpected parties can react...
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