[ Maybe he could just rush ahead, distract Goku's attention from Tenpou and Kenren and prevent a bloodbath that would surely end in death. But before Konzen can make his move, a voice rings out through the hall, thunderous and arresting. And with it comes a flurry of shadows and light, enveloping the space like a tangled spiderweb.
Konzen gasps and looks up. He sees endless strips of holy writing, expanding and moving in a carefully controlled chaos. It's spellbinding. He squints through the shifting roar of scriptures and sees Goku caught up in the center of it, just flailing limbs clawing away at the whirl with feral rage.
It's his only chance, and he takes it, dashing ahead into the storm to grab him into an embrace. And if Goku doesn't eviscerate him first, he will set his hand over the kid's forehead and whisper by his ear, ]
I'm sorry.
[ For letting it get this far? For leaving him to suffer alone for so long? Everything, everything. The words are not enough. They never will be. ]
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Konzen gasps and looks up. He sees endless strips of holy writing, expanding and moving in a carefully controlled chaos. It's spellbinding. He squints through the shifting roar of scriptures and sees Goku caught up in the center of it, just flailing limbs clawing away at the whirl with feral rage.
It's his only chance, and he takes it, dashing ahead into the storm to grab him into an embrace. And if Goku doesn't eviscerate him first, he will set his hand over the kid's forehead and whisper by his ear, ]
I'm sorry.
[ For letting it get this far? For leaving him to suffer alone for so long? Everything, everything. The words are not enough. They never will be. ]