[Until now, Meteion had been hiding in the shadow of the Innocent's throne, attempting to use her empathy to discourage the Plenoma's escape attempts. Doesn't really seem to be working, but the attempt, at least, had been made...
But now? Now she sees Childe and Gabranth squaring off with each other. Two people she considered friends. And Meteion cannot conscience it.
She darts out from her hiding spot, rushing between the two, arms spread wide--ostensibly, it looks more like she's protecting Gabranth (like either of these two need that?), but it's fairly clear Meteion has no real way to fight either of them. She's just getting in the way, and hoping for the best.]
No! Please! Don't! Don't hurt each other! [Shrieking, just a little. Meteion might be distraught with the effect her own empathy is having on her, here--to say tensions are high in this cavern might be an understatement.]
threadjack okayed!
But now? Now she sees Childe and Gabranth squaring off with each other. Two people she considered friends. And Meteion cannot conscience it.
She darts out from her hiding spot, rushing between the two, arms spread wide--ostensibly, it looks more like she's protecting Gabranth (like either of these two need that?), but it's fairly clear Meteion has no real way to fight either of them. She's just getting in the way, and hoping for the best.]
No! Please! Don't! Don't hurt each other! [Shrieking, just a little. Meteion might be distraught with the effect her own empathy is having on her, here--to say tensions are high in this cavern might be an understatement.]