Halfway through his attack, Hale suddenly lost sight of the target.  He landed and looked around anxiously.  There it was!  The Mew was floating above the ground, staring at the aftermath of the battle.  Hale braced himself for a jump, preparing another Spark.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">STOP!</span><br/><br/>The word thundered through his mind, seeming to echo off the inside of his skull.  He clamped his hands down on his ears in an irrational attempt to muffle the sound.  "Absynthe," he groaned, "don't<span style="font-style: italic">do</span>tha- Absynthe!"  His head whipped around to the source of the voice.  Absynthe was standing now, though there was still a frailty about her movements.  Hesitantly, she telported to Hale's side.  relief flooded through Hale, but it was quickly displaced by anger.  "You had no business being that close to a fight," Hale said sternly.<br/><br/>A long silence hung in the air.  Finally Absynthe replied.<span style="font-style: italic">You didn't fight it.</span>It was almost an accusation.<span style="font-style: italic">How am I supposed to help you if you don't even try?</span>Then she was gone, and Hale looked down to the ground, his face covered with chagrin.