[center][h2][color=plum]Dwyn[/color][/h2][/center]
It would have been easy for Dwyn to join the fight - to charge in from where she was hidden in the darkness behind and eliminate more than a few of her foes. But something stayed her hand, made her unable to force herself to take another step. She was frozen, her eyes bright with fear. What-- What [i]were[/i] these things? They were people, or they had been once.

This was wrong, it was so, so wrong. It was twisted, unnatural, frightening. She felt sick.

[color=plum][i]I can't do this.[/i][/color]

Why her? Why not someone stronger, someone more qualified, one of the many warriors that had surrounded her as she trained. She'd never had the discipline to control her emotions, to silence herself, to adhere to her vows. Always not quite keeping up. She knew what she was supposed to do, that it was her duty to put her life on the line for the sake of protecting the virtuous. To give up on emotions that hindered her, desires that would take her from that path.

But she had never known how. And looking at these monstrosities, Dwyn did not want to fight. Guilt, white-hot and painful, as she watched her comrades fight for their lives. Saw an opening, more than one. Her instincts for combat, her potential had always been good - more than it - but her mind was weak. Nowhere near the godly champion a world like this needed.

They could not see the fear in her face. They would not. She would not allow it, allow herself to be judged, mocked by these heretics. These disrespectful imbeciles. These people who were so foolish, so reckless, and so much braver than her. 

Dwyn did not admit her fear to herself, did not allow it to show through her careful mask of indifference. She told herself that it was a matter of practical concern, as she turned to cautiously head down the corridor whose doorway she'd hidden herself in, halberd ready in front of her to hold off anything that might come for them as her eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness. After all, they would need someone to scout ahead, wouldn't they?

[color=plum][i]We have to know what's happening here, and I doubt they'd see the value in being sensible about it.[/i][/color]

It would be a good enough explanation for the others. But it did nothing to lighten the burden of her guilt.