[ She has the same feeling. There must be something amazing waiting them. Something more glorious than any treasure chest she's ever found, something far rarer than gold. Her natural greed no doubt makes it easier for the voice to climb inside and make itself home, digging its claws deep. So deep that she doesn't even notice the darkness drawing in on them, not until the owner of The Voice deigns to address them without disguise.

She turns in what feels like slow motion. The crystal's light has become a violent strobe made sickly neon by the pitch black looming. The razor thin balance breaks as She announces that she intends to make them into subjects. She sees the rays of light stabbing him in the back, but she can't call out to him. Or rather, her attempt to turns into a sudden, surprised cry of pain as something lances through.

As she collapses, she can see it--crawling spindles of black like smoke lacing over her skin before spindling into her flesh with the same ease Her Voice wormed its way into her mind. Almost like it was always meant to be there.

That's right. You were meant for this. And now you are meant for each other. Even as Lumine's eyes fluttered closed and she lost consciousness Her Voice overwhelmed her. Like negatively and positively charged magnets. Show me how long you can manage to resist that pull.

Lumine fell into total darkness herself at that point, her mind fuller than it had ever been before--her soul growing dark as though it could rot. ]