"Root of all creation, grant us the breath of life... Revitalize..."

Hisui didn't have that spark to his step. He just listlessly muttered the incantation, healing himself and anyone around him, but he couldn't muster the energy to even do anything. This was all pointless, wasn't it? The fighting wouldn't stop until they were all dead. There was no future. No going home. No Kohaku or Innes or Galando or Calcedony or Beryl of even that shitstain, Xing.

There was going to be nothing.

He just knelt there, healing. As a faint defiance of anything to come.