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Nyxia stared at the rose petals, her whole body still buzzing from the rush of adrenaline the fight had brought about. There really was no sense of relief or achievement from seeing the fal'Cie fall from the group's joint effort. There was just a feeling of frustration. Why did she let it mark her? Why did she let it brand her like a master would a slave. She threw one of her blades with enough force so that the long length of the chain wrapped itself around her body, caught it and then sheathed both blades into their own scabbards a little forcefully. She looked at Noir when he spoke but did not acknowledge his words. Instead, she looked down at the black brand on her left arm. 

She felt a new surge of anger run through her. Did she leave Oerba just to suffer the same fate as her father? How long will it take for her to turn into a monster? Who would end up killing her? She took a couple of deep breaths to calm herself down. She needed to figure out what to do. There was no way to go back in time to redo what was already done. The fal'Cie was no more. It will not be able to take back its mark. 

The only way to go was forward. 

And forward meant travelling with the group she was with now. All of them marked. All of them cursed.

She looked at Julian, who was explaining what the items Noir brought back. She shook her head. [color=mediumpurple]"I am fine not taking any of those items,"[/color] she said.