The past minute played itself over and over in Calvin’s head. Felix entering the fray. Shona cleaving her way through the carnage sisters. Felix tackling Calvin. A spear appearing inches from his head, and going through Felix’s shoulder, just as Calvin was getting ready to stand up to join the fray. Felix collapsed, pinning Calvin underneath the dead weight of the muscled free-runner, and for a while he could only listen.

	From his position on the ground, he only saw Shona for a brief second as she faced off Monokuma. Then, Alexandria charged, and for a moment, he could see nothing, hearing only the final ring of a sword against the creature’s spear. He knew it wasn’t enough, just by his craftsmanship.

	He lay there as the votes were announced. Normally, he would have been furious about the votes against him, but he had no time to think. The centaur came to Calvin, pushing off Felix and setting him free. He stood slowly, shaking as he looked at the group. Most of their faces were white, and he finally turned to face the corpse of the Infinite Knight, slumped against the wall with a smile on her face. He ran to her as some of the infinites were shuffled out, but he didn’t care.

	He knelt in front of the body, shivering. Daimyon was there, delivering some sort of poem that made Calvin want to tear his hair out. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. He never should have made her a sword in the first place. “I told you.” He muttered, looking at the sword that was covered in blood and damaged dramatically thanks to the Carnage Sister’s onslaught. Breathing in deeply, he picked up the sword. “I fucking told you!” His voice rang in the hall. He took a few seconds, breathing heavily and trying to calm down. After a few moments, he turned to the rest of the group, his face a grimace and the damaged sword dangling from his hand. "What the fuck happened?" It wasn't a real question. He just wanted to somehow understand how to respond to what had just occurred. He wasn't sure if he could.

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