A new life brightened the ever dark, and I reached toward it. Last time I had been careless, too eager to escape this prison, and had destroyed the connection by flooding it with power. Now, I was gentler, sending only a stream of myself through the point where we bridged.
This life, however, was different than the first. It was aware of my efforts and struggled violently against them. But fear filled it, making it weak. There was no crack in my will, only infinite sadness in the plodding inevitable. I pushed past this new soul, hearing it scream as it fell into the void behind me and I slammed into its flesh.
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Existence shifted and I found myself folded over the ground. With a great heave, I yanked my new hand from the hated blade, breaking the link.
Slowly I stood, looking down at my ragged form, thin and smaller than I should have been. It made no matter. I would remake it later.
The dagger that held my other half captive lay only a few feet away. A word shattered it, sending the remainder of my essence flooding through me. Strengthened, I looked to the sky. The cheers of millions filled it, and my head shook with a sigh.
Always, always...