[That will have to be enough. She hopes it is enough. Unfortunately, she forgot to tell him to cover his ears, because he'll still be able to hear everything.
She draws the sword. She's scared of course, but surprisingly, she mostly just feels an intense concern for Flare. He should not be here. It's enough to make her eyes sting with tears, and her throat go dry.
She takes a deep breath, and steadies her hands. She's never had to do anything like this. Drawing blood for devotion to the gods, sure, but that's a small amount. And any time she's killed in battle, it had been quick and chaotic. She'll need to get a major blood vessel if she wants it to be quick.
She raises her blade, and drags it roughly across her neck. There's a wet sound, and a wet gasp. She collapses, dropping the sword.]
[Yeah, it might have been good to tell him that because he doesn't even think about it until he hears the wet noise.]
[He doesn't look up, barely, but he doesn't. He doesn't look, but in the end, he doesn't need to. Unfortunately he's very good at visualization, and he can imagine what's there. What happened.]
[He stands there even as he hears the thud, shaking, and the tears are falling. He tried to keep them back, for his own mental hang ups, and because even he can see she didn't want him to suffer, didn't want to make it worse, but how could it be with this...this...]
[He eventually collapses to his knees, crying silently because he knows there's going to be end game, and if he starts really crying, he won't stop.]
[No.]
[He has to bury it.]
[Bury it all away.]
[Because he's a coward who couldn't even help his teammate.]
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I...I....
[He closes his eyes, body shaking, head bowed. He can't...he can't get himself to turn away, but he can't look, and he's useless useless usseless-]
Re: DECISION
She draws the sword. She's scared of course, but surprisingly, she mostly just feels an intense concern for Flare. He should not be here. It's enough to make her eyes sting with tears, and her throat go dry.
She takes a deep breath, and steadies her hands. She's never had to do anything like this. Drawing blood for devotion to the gods, sure, but that's a small amount. And any time she's killed in battle, it had been quick and chaotic. She'll need to get a major blood vessel if she wants it to be quick.
She raises her blade, and drags it roughly across her neck. There's a wet sound, and a wet gasp. She collapses, dropping the sword.]
Re: DECISION
[He doesn't look up, barely, but he doesn't. He doesn't look, but in the end, he doesn't need to. Unfortunately he's very good at visualization, and he can imagine what's there. What happened.]
[He stands there even as he hears the thud, shaking, and the tears are falling. He tried to keep them back, for his own mental hang ups, and because even he can see she didn't want him to suffer, didn't want to make it worse, but how could it be with this...this...]
[He eventually collapses to his knees, crying silently because he knows there's going to be end game, and if he starts really crying, he won't stop.]
[No.]
[He has to bury it.]
[Bury it all away.]
[Because he's a coward who couldn't even help his teammate.]