"Mm, don't mind her," Ganondorf purred, hand running fondly through Medusa's hair. It was an experience for her, but one she enjoyed. She'd come around, in time...perhaps the Goddess of Darkness enjoyed it more than she cared to think about?
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If there was one thing that had made Dark Pit more miserable than anything, it was hearing that entire mess. Skyworld was nothing but open air, and he had every intention to fly around in a broody, miserable mess. But even if he wanted to hide it, or act like he wasn't...he knew where he was going. He settled on a cloud, far above the temple of Palutena. Truthfully, he was hoping that if he glared at it long enough, it'd just crumble into dust.
Chi. The one thing that left such a bitter, sorry feeling in his gut. Like he had been betrayed, but it was wrapped in guilt. He had done it to her, first.