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Panic. Sheer and raw.
Quickening of the heartbeat and breath.
You're exposed . The deep rumble of the old Dax that had once trained them, disapproving of the strategic weakness.
This was not the battlefield, this was that which called itself home.
The battlefield is easy. Breathing there is easy. Death is an old friend, who holds hands and guides those that stand in the way swiftly.
"Operator?"
More panic. Weakness cannot be tolerated.
You Tenno are meant to be strong, what is this foolishness.
The Dax didn't know. Couldn't know.
None of them could know.
Eudico's eyes widening, her true face going pale. The Business, normally suave and collected, so aghast.
Poor Ticker had fainted.
A… child? No, no they couldn't have sunk so low. They've… killed children before, become them, but not this… Soldiers?
Vision going dark.
They knew. They knew now. The being that had lives eons with a blink, face slightly chubby with fat of youth yet to pass.
The Void Demons were truly ageless.
Someone is screaming.
Umbra's arms, safe, warm, strong, Umbra UmbraUmbraUmbraumbra- A jolt through the void.
Transference.
Umbra's arms pull, bringing the child closer and closer still, until the child is no more, and he hugs only himself, mind and body and soul wrapped around them and keeping them
Safe
The screaming stopped, throat raw.
The Warframe is that which contains the Demon, that which the hand of will on the battlefield.
In the Warframe, they can breathe.
Calmness.
Peace in the oneness.
Together they cry, their joint pain and suffering made easy.
