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Kris lies, stunned and struggling to breathe as magic whiz past their limp form, and wonders for a moment why not just give up? Like Susie said, they have no choice in what happens--they are only a puppet to the Urge that even now demands they get up. They want to be spiteful and just let themselves stay down, and god their chest hurts enough to justify it, just to refuse the pull of the Red Soul.
But then they hear Ralsei's panicked voice, feel the gentle warmth of his magic and think that, maybe, even if they don't want to just let themselves be lead around by the nose, Ralsei still needs them, to finish this story. Ralsei, who still believes that them and their choices matter, who is almost as afraid of being alone as they are.
Somehow, they stand up and get ready to fight once more.