doomed timeline sora you are creepy

Sora leant up from Cody's quest bed, his cheeks glowing with new life. His expression was grim.

When he turned to face Mila, it didn't change.

"You..." Mila stared, incomprehending. "She said you were doing this. But I didn't... I couldn't believe her. And you really are. You're really fucking killing everyone!"

Sora looked tired, his face strained with concern. "I'm doing this for us, sis."

"The hell you're not! You've gone crazy, you flamboyant asshole!"

"Listen," Sora snapped, anger crossing her face. "There's no off switch, okay? No option to quit this game. I fucked up. I thought I could get us out of this, and I couldn't."

"You're even sounding crazy!"

"SHUT UP!" Sora was screaming, now. "If I can't get us out of here, it's my duty - my fucking DUTY, sister - to get us through! Do you think I like doing this?! Do you think I like KILLING MY FRIENDS?!"

Mila stepped forward. "You can't do this, Sora. You've seriously gone off the deepend."

"Would you zip it for five seconds and let me fucking explain?! They're not dead. They're on Skaia now, as gods. Nothing can kill them now so long as it's not heroic or just."

"And you think it's your right to decide whether someone should just die and ascend?!"

"I told everyone that I would get them through! I AM NOT A GODDAMN LIAR! If we're all gods, we'll have no problem beating this game and making a new universe - we'll all get through this!"

"It wasn't your decision to make!"

"Do you want to kill yourself?! DO YOU?! Or do you want to risk dying somewhere you can't reach your quest bed?! There are factors here, Mila! And I've thought of them all! This is the best! Damn! Option!"

"NO!" Mila equipped her brass knuckles and threw a punch at Sora. He sprung backwards, pushing off against the ground with his hands and landing behind Cody's dead body.

"I'm not fighting you. I'm not your enemy, Mila."

"You're making a pretty good argument for being my number-one enemy right now, you stupid dumbo! You killed Cody! You killed Kris! YOU KILLED GABE!" Her voice cracked as she screamed out the last sentence.

"And I'll kill Dani and you, too. But it's not because I want to. It's because we've gotta get stronger. You have to trust me, Mila."

"Trust you? TRUST you?!" Mila glared at Sora. "What have you ever done but fuck this session up from day one?! I am sick of your shit, Sora! Sit down and shut up, or I'm takin' you down myself!"

Sora equipped his fans and his PSCHOOOES. "You want me, Mila? See if you can catch me."

He flew up, threw the gate, and Mila followed him. He led her on a merry chase through the worlds -- until they got to Mila's. He stopped beside her own quest bed.

"Okay," he cracked his neck, rolling his shoulders back. "We'll fight here."

"You... you sick bastard!"

Sora looked honestly hurt. "Sis..."

"Don't call me your sister, you arrogant prick!"

His gaze hardened, and he flicked open his sharp steel fans. "Fine. Believe what you like. You'll all see I'm right in the end."

She leapt forward towards him. They both fought well, trained by SBURB's brutal regime, but Sora's flexible agility gave him the edge he needed. His bladed fan slashed across her throat, and betrayal crossed her face.

"I don't like doing this, okay?" Sora told her as he gathered her up, putting her on the quest bed. "Especially not this way. I'm sorry, it's gotta be painful." He reached down, shoving a hand into her chest, the life sigil flashing on her body. He reached in and stole her life, wrenching it out.

"Sorry, Mila. You'll thank me later."

Sora turned away, and kicked off to head towards Dani's world.