[And suddenly Lightning is very glad she cast those Cure. The edges of bandages peeking out under the edge of her singlet are clean if a bit messy, but it's hard to tell how much blood the rest of them had soaked up beforehand. Even so, that's hardly the concern now.
Like a wild creature snapping, Lightning's hand darts out and grabs Hope's wrist, clamping over the blackness. Where her Hope's brand had been there is now nothing. Literally nothing. Her grip is gentle, but no less iron in its strength and length. The feeling under her fingers should be skin, warm and soft, but it's not. It's...odd. Like having her fingers underwater when they clearly aren't. She frowns, then looks Hope in the eye.]
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Like a wild creature snapping, Lightning's hand darts out and grabs Hope's wrist, clamping over the blackness. Where her Hope's brand had been there is now nothing. Literally nothing. Her grip is gentle, but no less iron in its strength and length. The feeling under her fingers should be skin, warm and soft, but it's not. It's...odd. Like having her fingers underwater when they clearly aren't. She frowns, then looks Hope in the eye.]
What happened here?
[If Beoulve had something to do with this--]