[ as he steps closer and the details become more clear to him, crea's steps... slow down. the moment that he can see face, disfigured and bloody, he feels the bile rise up in his throat, but he doesn't have it in him to react. for a flash of a second, his hand lights up in a blue flame in hopes of healing her, but that hope is soon extinguished along with his ability. by the time that he reaches the bench, he's practically dragging his feet along the snow, uncaring of how cold it is whenever it gets into his feet.
he should have protected her. he should have guarded the door. he should have set up traps. he should have.... he should have......
he should have tried to be a hero for her.
with his mind blank and his energy sapped from him, crea falls to his knees, staring forward at the bench and the body of the friend that he lost. ]
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he should have protected her. he should have guarded the door. he should have set up traps. he should have.... he should have......
he should have tried to be a hero for her.
with his mind blank and his energy sapped from him, crea falls to his knees, staring forward at the bench and the body of the friend that he lost. ]