[Peter's ridiculously confident, he knows how much of a sheer advantage he has here. And this is the most fun he's had in ages--well, besides the video games. But this was Flynn, the old Flynn, and he was pissed at him. He grins happily as he fights him with the light, crossing his arms and standing still as the tendril works for him, but he's not really sure where Flynn is going with this when suddenly he doesn't evade and the tendril strikes true--
--suddenly Flynn's there, he's connected to everything, to the light and Peter's mind, buried deep down inside the planet's core.
His avatar is truly that--just an avatar, made both of the light itself and organic material, but that wasn't truly him--here he was, the light like a giant nervous system spread out through the entire planet. It's both magnificent and horrifying, incredibly alien and yet, it was still somehow human. Buried deep within the Celestial brain, were very human feelings, parts of himself he'd done his best to lock away. They're faint, diluted by the enormous energy of the light.]
Well, well, well. [Peter--the physical avatar version of himself--walks lazily up to where Flynn is, clapping his hands.]
I guess I won, didn't I?
[And there's something faint, some emotion like dismay, the barest hint of pain, flickering red in the enormity of all that blindingly white light inside the planet.]
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--suddenly Flynn's there, he's connected to everything, to the light and Peter's mind, buried deep down inside the planet's core.
His avatar is truly that--just an avatar, made both of the light itself and organic material, but that wasn't truly him--here he was, the light like a giant nervous system spread out through the entire planet. It's both magnificent and horrifying, incredibly alien and yet, it was still somehow human. Buried deep within the Celestial brain, were very human feelings, parts of himself he'd done his best to lock away. They're faint, diluted by the enormous energy of the light.]
Well, well, well. [Peter--the physical avatar version of himself--walks lazily up to where Flynn is, clapping his hands.]
I guess I won, didn't I?
[And there's something faint, some emotion like dismay, the barest hint of pain, flickering red in the enormity of all that blindingly white light inside the planet.]