278 42.X Interlude: Flare

Despite her outward behavior, Flare wasn't one for games.

Being a literal embodiment of her Master's untapped abilities, the phoenix hadn't expected to mold herself into this admittedly demeaning approximation of her Master's... preferences. She was power. Pure Wesen made manifest. To think that she'd stoop to lower herself simply in a vain attempt to knock some sense into the idiot that was her host?

Inconceivable.

And yet, as Flare watched her Master reabsorb each and every page of his repressed memories, she couldn't help but look fondly at the lengths she had undergone for this event to even happen. Creating a human analog of herself had been the first step, despite her host already being able to understand her through his sheer thoughts. Next came the complete overhaul of the mindscape, which would enable her Master to better understand the place that was his own mess of a mind.