It’s over. Chaos is dead. Garland is dead. It’s not as satisfying as he thought it would be, avenging Pyrrha.
Pyrrha. He drops to a knee, his sword holding him up while the physical and mental exhaustion of the fight hit him like a brick now that his adrenaline’s gone down. His wounds are screaming in agony but he can barely feel them, the loss of his love hurting more than anything else. It hadn’t fully hit him that she was gone until after the fight, but now that they had won, he-
Wait. Had they actually won? He’s pretty sure that the goal of today’s mission was to defeat Garland, but everyone still seems pretty on edge, even though so many of them had been all for killing the guy before. Looks like he’s still not allowed to mourn yet, though, so he weakly rises to his feet, trying to concentrate on what’s being said so that he can understand what’s going on and be ready for another fight should one break out.
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Pyrrha. He drops to a knee, his sword holding him up while the physical and mental exhaustion of the fight hit him like a brick now that his adrenaline’s gone down. His wounds are screaming in agony but he can barely feel them, the loss of his love hurting more than anything else. It hadn’t fully hit him that she was gone until after the fight, but now that they had won, he-
Wait. Had they actually won? He’s pretty sure that the goal of today’s mission was to defeat Garland, but everyone still seems pretty on edge, even though so many of them had been all for killing the guy before. Looks like he’s still not allowed to mourn yet, though, so he weakly rises to his feet, trying to concentrate on what’s being said so that he can understand what’s going on and be ready for another fight should one break out.