[b][u]With Great Responsibility: A Short, Non-Canon, Not-at-All-In-Character Omake[/u][/b]
"You're all dismissed."

With the end of the hour came the end of Kotori's masterclass on responsible ability use. One by one the students filed out of the room, looking more shell-shocked than a stereotypical Vietnam veteran (save for Mika, who instead bore an expression of uncomfortable familiarity). She nodded to herself, knowing that that was the kind of reaction she was aiming for. Ability abuse was a dangerous thing, after all.

Once they had all left, Kotori puffed her chest out proudly and reclined at her desk, knowing that she had done good today by teaching these unruly university students some civility. It was actually almost nostalgic, talking about all the dangers that irresponsible espers and mages posed to the world. It reminded her of a fond memory. Of a friend who cared enough to ensure she did not walk down a dark path

[hr][i]And with his 67th and final apocalyptic scenario concluded, Sasaki Kirima slammed his hands down on the desk in front of him, blue eyes staring holes into the timid, newly-christened Level 10 telekinetic. "That's right Namashiya Kotori," he stated firmly and with zero relent, leaning uncomfortably close to the young lady, "Everyone dead. And it's all your fault."

The Songbird was seeing songbirds. All these nightmarish scenarios were making her head spin, and not in the sexy, kiss-me-now-senpai kind of way. "B-But all I said was- What abou-"

[b]"Everyone."[/b]

[hr]She shrunk back then, having never even once seen how intimidating that Sasaki could be when the fire of his temper had been stoked. He didn't understand! Even she was having difficulty grasping just truly what kind of being she had become. 

It was truly, utterly terrifying.

Dejectedly, her head hung low, and she barely mustered the strength to quietly mutter a single utterance from her lips. "I-I'm sorry, Kirima-San. I'm doing the best I can."

Biting her lip to choke back the tears that welled up in the corners of her eyes, Kotori's gaze stared up at him. "I just don't understand the extent of what I can do now, Kirima-San. I really don't!" She stood suddenly then, as if she were trying to stand eye to eye with the Iron Giant, albeit vainly of course.

Didn't he understand? She might be level ten, but she was still a mere human being! She wasn't omnipotent.

A long silence followed then, until a chime of a ringtone diverted her attention. Plucking up her phone, and answering it, the voice on the other side was none other than Adam Pride.

Outside the phone was nothing more than a garble, but what could be heard was Kotori's responses; accompanied by a bitter tone in her voice.

With a final "Yes sir," the little Songbird hung up the phone, and looked miserably to Sasaki.

"I...I've been dispatched to Syria, alone. To break up the opposing factions in their bloody Civil War. Wh-What am I going to do?"
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