I don’t want to survive, I want to live! –Captain of the Axiom, Wall-E
The process was painful.
Of course it was painful; they were all but severing a powerful bond that had existed for millions of years.
A divide where there had never been one before, not even when a similar injury had happened in the past. It was wrenching and it wasn’t clean cut nor was it jagged. It was all of these things and more besides. Painful beyond the human comprehension and an agony that would last for the rest of their lives.
But it was necessary in order for healing to happen.
Sometimes, in order for something to heal, you must first cut out that which is damaged and twisted before it can start to rot and take the whole with it.
The fact that at least one of them had to be conscious during the entirety of the procedure just made it all the more horrific for those directing the procedure. Though it was a blessing that it did not require both of them to be awake and so they placed Comet as far into her subconscious as they dared.
“I can do this for her. I can do this a thousand times.”
That was what Star had said when her Queen had expressed concern.
And she would.
Wouldn’t you do everything you could for your family? So that they could do more than just survive, but so that they could, in truth, live?
“If our positions were reversed, she would do this for me.” She had insisted when others had expressed doubt.
The Queen had silenced any further doubts once she realized that they doubted someone who was Chaos-souled the ability to care about anyone, let alone about family.
Star didn’t hold it against anyone. For one thing, she just didn’t have the energy nor the care to give what other people thought at the moment. For another, they had just finished a war that had the Enemy, most of whom were Chaos-souled, being as vicious and ruthless as possible. Including against their own kind.
(Especially against their own kind.)
But Star had been around a lot longer than those who would cast asperations on her for whatever reasoning or excuse they wanted at that time. (Things had really changed since the truth about their joined soul had been released.) She would likely continue on long after they were gone.
Nothing was more important that her sister and surviving through the pain of the soul-sundering ritual that they were trying in order to cut out the twisted and corrupted parts of Comet and Star’s metaphysical minds. If Star faltered, then it was likely that the operation would fail and Comet would be no better off than she had been before.
And Star couldn’t just sit back and do nothing, not when there was a chance that her sister would get better.
Because she would, if this ritual worked, then she would get better.
So Star gathered up all the love she had for her sister in her heart, in her soul, and set herself to outlast the pain and agony of the metaphysical surgery that would all but sever the connection between their minds and souls.