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"I do not know what to have done with the Crimson. Pandora says as the cracks in her body mend.

The Crimson squirms and thrashes trying to break free. Red fabric, vaguely resembling blood, begins spiraling up the spear's handle like reaching tentacles.

"Selfish creatures... I was going to spare your lives. Why do you resist..?!" The Crimson's voice fluctuates erratically. "Would you rather die than become part of union? What is this building inside of me..!?"

The strange energy continues to drain from the Crimson, in a frenzy red spikes begin shooting out in various directions from her mutating body, some of which begin to disintegrate from their instability. They begin to slowly crawl desperately towards the center, dragging the spear with them, etching a cut into the floor as they go. Everything begins to flicker and spazz, like reality itself is beginning to glitch.

"What you took from us is power, but it comes with a terrible price."

"I... en-end the mis-misery... the solu-solution..."

"That... I understand now. People sometimes do things with the intention of helping others, not realizing they are hurting them instead. When I abandoned my friends... and sought my wish... this happened..." Morpheus channels the primordial energy, it feels like a piece of creation itself... not a pressing power, more subtle. "I understand what wound I must heal."