[center][color=a187be][h1] Allison Revel[/h1][/color][img]http://i.imgur.com/qYQfQN4.gif[/img]
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[sub][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AzdNqDHpNWo]Mourning[/url][/sub][/center]

A profound tiredness seeped through Allison. It was the sort of bone-deep exhaustion that seemed an insurmountable obstacle to consciousness. Despite this, the aberration remained upright, even if only barely. Using the shard had taken a lot more out of her than she had expected. She would have to keep in mind the extent of the powers she was stopping in the future. For now, she needed rest.

Her legs felt like jelly, refusing to keep her upright without mental effort. Her sweat soaked clothes clung uncomfortably to her body, made only worse by the wishalloy covering them. Her breathing was deep and strained, her body trying to reclaim lost energy. Overall, she felt as if she had just run a marathon. She just wanted to curl up on the ground and sleep, to let the exhaustion consume her for a few hours, and now that the battle was over that seemed more of a welcome prospect. Of course, Allison had more important matters to attend to.

A voice calling itself Ethan commanded everyone towards the drop-off point, and an APC screeched to a halt nearby. Allison's legs would have to carry her a bit further. Before she began her trek, Allison allowed herself a moment to look at the remains of the battefield. There was, of course, the corpses of the two subnaturals, fresh from Zoe's wrath, helped to their doom by Allison and her accursed blade,  which had long dissipated. Allison's classmates littered the battlefield in various stages of consciousness. Allison hoped that there were no dead among the unconscious, for once. She didn't need more death in her life. No... that would be a selfish way of thinking about it. Allison didn't want them to die. She needn't factor her own suffering into the mix.

Amongst the receding spires of stone, Allison was able to notice a familiar blonde head lying face-down on the ground near to what Allison presumed to be an enemy that had been killed before her arrival. It was Savannah, and she wasn't moving.

Allison scrambled forward as fast as she could, her movements a series of stumbles and tripping, as she made her way to the young girl, exhausted. As she approached, the scene became more clear. Savannah's head was bent at an impossibly angle, her body contorted in similarly inhuman fashion. Savannah Churchill was dead.

[color=a187be]"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no..."[/color] Allison muttered endlessly, as she lowered her shaky hands to what remained of the child. She had been an angry little girl, but Allison would not have hesitated to call her a friend, despite the relative few times the two had interacted. And now she was gone, another child ripped away from the world. [color=a187be]"No, no, they can save her."[/color] That precursor, Benediction, he could bring Savannah back to life. No... why would he? He had left other students to die, why would he care about a single child? [color=a187be]"I... I have to t-try."[/color] Allison spoke beneath her breath with a shaky, broken voice. 

Allison's hands reached under the corpse and delicately flipped the girl over, well, as delicately as shaky, tired hands could be. She realigned Savannah's limbs and neck as best she could, and lifted the body from the ground. Allison's legs did not appreciate the extra weight, but she forced them to bear it anyway. She wasn't just going to let Savannah rot on the ground. Allison forced herself towards the APC in a series of strained, stumbling movements. 

She approached the vehicle in silence, trying to avoid looking at her allies, or the corpse that was once her friend.