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She looked at the petrified core in her hand. It gave off a sensation of calm and warmth. Inviting almost. Staring at it for a solid minute before clutching it tighter.

"Show me my brother. Show me Alex."

It was silent. Almost as if it was in thought of its own before her mind raced with visions. A bargain. Retrieve something for it and it will show her that what she desires most. It's offer was met with some hesitation as she quietly contemplated.

"I'll do it. Now show me."

It didn't take long before she could feel the presence in her head looking for memories. A figure slowly began to take shape before her from the emanating glow of Green from the petrified Rock. It was her brother. As clear and as real as the day she last saw him. Before he deployed and before he was lost to her forever more.
Her grip on the stone loosened slightly as she stared at the figure standing before her now. She knew it wasn't him. She knew he had died years ago. She knew this was all made up and in the end he would never actually get to hear what she has to say. They stood there staring at each other for a good amount of time before he finally spoke. "Van?"
At his voice her cold face reddened as water began to fill her eyes. Visibly trying to fight back an expression of pain guilt and sorrow, she nearly dropped the stone as she stumbled forward to grab her brother. Gone was her usual ice cold expression and it was replaced with something far more painful. She gripped The apparition tightly.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. It's my fault. Please forgive me."

The feeling of tears streaming down her cheek didn't make her hesitate or pause. She was lost in the one moment of life she had with him. That one moment where all of her fears, insecurities, and regrets all just faded away as she gripped him tighter, burying her face in his chest. Her voice croaked slightly as she spoke up again.

"It was all my fault. . It was my fault- please, please forgive me Alex- I-I didn't know. . I'm so so sorry. . "

It was all she could say before emotion took over, and she collapsed to the floor, still gripping at him, sobbing as he lowered himself down with her. She wouldn't let him go until it was time. Until she had gotten everything she had held in for years off her chest. Until she was finally ready to forgive herself.

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A scene from a fantasy cold war era dnd game I'm in where I ported over Vanessa and her family into. The youngest in this DnD game died, and she was responsible for it to an extent. Thinking she was posting him to a safer region, she had accidentally put him in the path of a special forces unit made up of vampires who massacred him and his unit entirely.

She lived with that guilt ever since, and when she got her hands on a hostile magical artifact that could make people see apparitions, she asked it to show her her brother. She made a deal with it in order to get a chance to say sorry. Though she knew it's not him and only an apparition created from her memories, she wanted to do it anyway.

She needed to say sorry, however she could.

ALso some vent image to an extent after my father's passing due to cancer

Some Musical ambience

www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ko7L2r…

Description
She looked at the petrified core in her hand. It gave off a sensation of calm and warmth. Inviting almost. Staring at it for a solid minute before clutching it tighter.

"Show me my brother. Show me Alex."

It was silent. Almost as if it was in thought of its own before her mind raced with visions. A bargain. Retrieve something for it and it will show her that what she desires most. It's offer was met with some hesitation as she quietly contemplated.

"I'll do it. Now show me."

It didn't take long before she could feel the presence in her head looking for memories. A figure slowly began to take shape before her from the emanating glow of Green from the petrified Rock. It was her brother. As clear and as real as the day she last saw him. Before he deployed and before he was lost to her forever more.
Her grip on the stone loosened slightly as she stared at the figure standing before her now. She knew it wasn't him. She knew he had died years ago. She knew this was all made up and in the end he would never actually get to hear what she has to say. They stood there staring at each other for a good amount of time before he finally spoke. "Van?"
At his voice her cold face reddened as water began to fill her eyes. Visibly trying to fight back an expression of pain guilt and sorrow, she nearly dropped the stone as she stumbled forward to grab her brother. Gone was her usual ice cold expression and it was replaced with something far more painful. She gripped The apparition tightly.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. It's my fault. Please forgive me."

The feeling of tears streaming down her cheek didn't make her hesitate or pause. She was lost in the one moment of life she had with him. That one moment where all of her fears, insecurities, and regrets all just faded away as she gripped him tighter, burying her face in his chest. Her voice croaked slightly as she spoke up again.

"It was all my fault. . It was my fault- please, please forgive me Alex- I-I didn't know. . I'm so so sorry. . "

It was all she could say before emotion took over, and she collapsed to the floor, still gripping at him, sobbing as he lowered himself down with her. She wouldn't let him go until it was time. Until she had gotten everything she had held in for years off her chest. Until she was finally ready to forgive herself.

---

A scene from a fantasy cold war era dnd game I'm in where I ported over Vanessa and her family into. The youngest in this DnD game died, and she was responsible for it to an extent. Thinking she was posting him to a safer region, she had accidentally put him in the path of a special forces unit made up of vampires who massacred him and his unit entirely.

She lived with that guilt ever since, and when she got her hands on a hostile magical artifact that could make people see apparitions, she asked it to show her her brother. She made a deal with it in order to get a chance to say sorry. Though she knew it's not him and only an apparition created from her memories, she wanted to do it anyway.

She needed to say sorry, however she could.

ALso some vent image to an extent after my father's passing due to cancer

Some Musical ambience

www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ko7L2r…