[color=6ecff6][i]No. Nononononono. It can't be.[/i][/color] Even if she was no longer using her trademark walking stick, Aoi recognized the figure that slowly approached their group. After all, how could one not recognize their own sister? [color=6ecff6][i]Hana please don't tell me you're-[/i][/color]

[color=9e0b0f][i]I'm sorry child, but it's true.[/i][/color]

[color=6ecff6][i]Who's there? How is it I can hear you within my head?[/i][/color]

[color=9e0b0f][i]Worry not. I know how you must feel right now. I have been in the same situation as you are now. It may hurt, but there is only one option. This is how she would want it.[/i][/color]

[color=6ecff6][i]No. Please.[/i][/color]

[color=9e0b0f][i]I shall make it painless.[/i][/color] Over Aoi's school uniform, suddenly pieces of armor decorated with crosses appeared over her vital areas. A large spear seemed to come out of thin air, placing itself in her grasp as if she was completely familiar with its shape and weight. Pulling back her arm, the girl prepared to thrust the pointed tip right through the stone soldier that was her sister, all the while tears began to trickle down her cheeks. [color=9e0b0f][i]Sometimes, you must kill the things you love to prevent their further suffering. I know this more than anyone.[/i][/color]

[color=6ecff6]"STOP!"[/color] Aoi shouted at the top of her lungs, wresting what little control she could muster to move the spear just enough to the right to instead impale the wall next to Hana. Her sister was safe, but now she was in danger of being on the end of that sword. Killed by the one she loved and tried to protect. The servant within was disappointed.