[As the Heroes continue to try and convince them to stop, Blair's keystrokes slowed to a halt, the atmosphere growing heavy as an empty expression fixates upon the screen. She was halfway done. Each breath felt far heavier than before. What would Fayt say, if he were still here? She couldn’t do anything to avert his or Edge’s deaths. She may not have been there, but she felt just as responsible. Yet here, she could do something. She wasn’t useless. She wasn’t helpless.
What should she do now? If she continued, it’s likely people would die. If she didn’t, their worlds could be claimed. This cycle may only begin anew, as they theorized. That... too was a possibility.
Without even noticing, or maybe even not caring one of her hands slumps to her side. She shakes her head, barely even hearing the goddess and her knight’s words as she briefly glances back at the man they referred to as a villain, her expression still unfocused. The goddess and her knight who stood before an "evil" man consumed by darkness. The goddess… knight… a great evil…]
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What should she do now? If she continued, it’s likely people would die. If she didn’t, their worlds could be claimed. This cycle may only begin anew, as they theorized. That... too was a possibility.
Without even noticing, or maybe even not caring one of her hands slumps to her side. She shakes her head, barely even hearing the goddess and her knight’s words as she briefly glances back at the man they referred to as a villain, her expression still unfocused. The goddess and her knight who stood before an "evil" man consumed by darkness. The goddess… knight… a great evil…]