I think I figured out what's going on with the manifestations so like bare with me-
Mike can't delete reality. He turned back the clock, but he can't completely stop the events coming instead what he can do is alter the events. Instead of Lonnie, it's the demogorgon.
The demogorgon is a monster that the party can fight, unlike Lonnie, who's an adult, plus they are now playing under game rules. Mike's game rules specifically, and he wants them to win. So when Will gets taken, an NPC shows up in his place. She knows everything, has the necessary powers, and the backstory to help them get Will back.
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@burdenedreverence From here
"I do not have, such a luxury."
His words come out calm, his eyes closed. He is currently gripping a metal rail which protects those from following off the top of this particular building. On the horizon the Soul Society is bleeding, flames lick at ruined buildings. Those on the ground look like ants with the way they move about, tending to the wounded or collecting the dead. His shoulders are tensed and raised as he puts his weight onto the metal, it groans beneath his hands.
He looks over the ledge, and a part of him wishes to leap.
He does not have the luxury to determine when his war might be over, even once the swords enter their sheaths, he knows that his watch does not end. It is immortal, and immaterial, until fate deems his time up. A hundred a years ago, he was just a man. Now he is a monster. Slitting throats in the night, murdering men for peace, and any number of crimes which have stained his soul black. Blacker than midnight, blacker than the robes he wears, light cannot exist within him anymore.
And yet as he draws a shaky breath, his eyes sting. Salty tears form on the edge of his vision, his eyes close tightly. His mouth hangs open slightly while his throat clenches. His anger is his grief. And it pours from in, spilling into the world like an overturned paint can. The container, which is body empties itself, in this moment of supreme privacy. His rage is not that of clenched fists and gnashing teeth, it is that of tears and choked words.
"God… be damned…"
The words slip out as fingers crush metal as if it was nothing more than tissue paper, gripping the torn metal he throws it over the edge of the building. He screams. It rises from his stomach, it bellows from his throat. The metal is flung an impossible distance, a reminder he is more than a man.
He has become a monster.
She asks him to forgive himself. He cannot. He will not. This world has need for its monsters, it has need for him.
He falls to his knees; his palms face upwards with his knuckles pressed against the stone floor. He cannot begin to forgive himself for everything he has done, and everything he will do.
The scene is as horrifying as it is mesmerizing to her, in some strange way. It is a horrifying marvel compared to everything the agent of the counterforce has seen in - months? Years? She'd lost track of time completely in the amount of time she'd spent in the great beyond.
Everything there had been veiled in a bright shade of white. All that existed was light. No concept of space, beginnings or ends. An endless void which only held things that should not exist. Monsters and abominations she was tasked to cut down, one after another.
It was so beautiful to anything else but that. Even if the colors of flames do assault her eyes the first time she looks at them. How wonderful it was to see humans again - looking at them helping each other in these times of great danger. How wonderful that was.
Wielder, don't you think we should see what's happening?
Rengokuken's voice rings clearly in her mind.
"Mm. Can't. Too loud. Need to wait. Very overwhelming." she speaks in simple phrases, mind eroded by the passage of time. It'd take her some to get back to her usual self.
Understood. Take your time.
When she sees a lone person sometime later - she begins to get excited again, thinking of it as the perfect opportunity to help integrate herself among humans again. But something's wrong. She feels a certain - loneliness about him.
"You. You are sad. What is wrong?"
She's not really able to follow what comes next. Maybe because he's speaking too fast, or her thoughts are too slow to keep up. She only seems to understand that he's angry at someone for something.
Ah. She knew the answer to this one: Let your anger out, then let it go. Forgive him.
....Maybe not, though. It really only seems to make things worse.
"....sir?" her fingers girp nervously on her blade's hilt for reassurance, like a child clinging onto a mother's hand. "I see- that was...the wrong answer? Um, please don't be upset...I'll get it right next time...!"
She briefly panics at just how responsible she is for this, her tense body giving a jump back as the railing is torn from the rooftop. That display of strength was rather, shocking to say the least. He's probably not a normal human then...and he's not a monster - since the counterforce wasn't asking her to kill him. So..
Oh! He must be a hero, then! A grieving and heartbroken hero...
"Well, um - if we could find this - 'luxury' would you be able to? I could help you."
She can't remember the details, but she seems to remember that sometime, a long time again, she used to help someone find very important things too. And seeing him like this - it pains her. She wanted to help.
"...Maybe I should find that railing first, though. For safety reasons. I don't want someone to fall off. You threw it over...uh...there right?"
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A few hours from now (at 17:00 CST) will be the Honkai: Star Rail 2024 Spring Festival's Party on Bilibili! I won't be around to watch it live, but for those of you interested in checking it out, here's a link to the preview. I'll add the link for the actual video to this post later, when the real thing is out.
Update: here it is!
The Genshin Impact one was yesterday, and you can access that on this landing page. Scroll down, and you can find previous New Year's Party broadcasts for Genshin, too.
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