Shallot SSJ2 75% 11.19.19

Key: Fortido3
Character: Shallot Stark
Skill(or transformation): SSJ2 75%
Reasoning: In the heat of battle against Mochi, Shallot witnesses Ryland's awakening into Super Saiyan 2, reminding her of her own when facing Calaba and Kumber's combined assault. In part to close the gap, and in part to try to help Ryland overcome the trauma of his failure to protect Bloo, she resolves to train alongside the younger Saiyan warrior and master the ascended state-- perhaps confronting his fears for the future will help her overcome her fear of the past.

What is the moment: At the time when Shallot first broke into Super Saiyan 2, she had bet her entire life on her faith in Rose-- the home she had fought for, her best friend's trust, even the potential of her neck swinging from the gallows. It was a period of intense emotion that she'd never forget... as much as she'd like to.

	Ryland was something special. Where Shallot had been pushed over a decade of torture and pain to finally press herself into the ascended state, here the younger soldier was, fighting toe-to-toe with a world ending monstrosity alongside her, and reaching that same breaking point within a few short months of his first awakening. Was it merely potential? Or was the emotional strain Ryland faced comparable to her own?

	In the short time she knew the young man, she came to understand him as a bleeding heart. He had approached her for training despite her obvious seperation from the N.E. ranks that Pak Choi led, opened up to her about his past; he never stopped pushing himself, even in the face of enemies far beyond his caliber; all because he felt a duty to protect those around him. Was it any surprise, then, that he had erupted so strongly into this golden existence, even outlasting her and Calaba against the pink menace? Even if he hadn't felt the same suffering she had, he bore every weight with the whole of his heart, every loss of life, every mistake he could have corrected. It was the importance these emotions held to him that were the core of his power.

	*When I look at that,* she thought with a happy sigh of dejection, *it reminds me why I felt that way-- why I wanted to make a difference, to strike out against the mold and do what I felt was right.* The weight of her own heart must have been something she became accustomed to, forgotten over time, drowned in her own self pity. If Shallot wanted to make amends for what she had done, she'd need to pick up that weight again.