(Responses not necessary.)

[While most of the others return to deal with Ouroboros, Fyra has decided to temporarily stay with the Fleet of Batavia as the cleanup commences, probably with the company of a few UG members as caretakers. Something is clearly bothering her.]

This weight...what is it?

[The Rider still holds that Coyote Tango (or Coyot Tango) kit in her arms. She watches over the wrecked ships, and the people helping with the recovery effort, with a frown. Morte is nearby as usual, observing her in turn.]


Something that comes with your decision, Mistress. However, we have done all we could here. Saving everyone is an impossibility.

There is something you must have realized as well: whatever our original purpose, being protectors was not it. So, what will you do?

It is not only humans and gods that bring despair to the innocent in this world. I've been told that there are many others, including extraterrestrials; Balmarians, BETA and the like...


[Fyra closes her eyes and considers this...]


...I will become Death... to those who choose to inflict such harm.

[Her steed appears indifferent to the answer.]


Avenge those you cannot save...

Hm...very well.
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