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[b][color=fff200]Yang Bethlehem[/color][/b]

"Wait, no-!" Yang raised her arms but the battle had worn her stamina away, unable to do more even as the champion she spared was murdered.

That just sapped any other protest as she looked onwards without a word, the mess left behind was barely recognizable. She finally understood what her master said when she'll be faced with trials unimaginable.

Yang wanted to cry, to shout, or do anything.

Yet she can't, it was too much.

This hatred formed between the two, Varjo and the rebels. Both had sunk far too deep into it.

How would she even begin to mend this hate? 

Shoulders sagging, Yang could only bring her hands together and muttered a prayer for the champion, who name she didn't even know, depart this world peacefully.

[i]Hate and curse me, all you want but may you find peace to achieve nirvana. [/i]

Seeing how Kira behaved, it snapped her back before she placed a hand on Kira's shoulder gently. Sharing a look and shook her head. "Endure it, endure for now."

Her eyes went to the sides, everyone is still high on tension and they had no fuss about murdering a prisoner. If they so much say the wrong words, it could easily turn towards them. 

It also made her wondered, if this was how the rebels felt, how much worse does the Varjo behave to engender such hate.

Yang eyes blurred, her feet unsteady and eyes swam as she had to use Kira for support. It took Yang a moment to even register what Maria said to her. Taking deep steadying breaths, Yang only inclined her head to her. "I see, our task are done then? Do we have to listen to the plan or will it come at a another date?"

If possible, Yang wished to just head back to the guild but she can afford to endure more if needed.

[i]This throbbing in her head is making it hard to focus.[/i] Yang swore she can see spot at the corner of her eyes.