[center][color=C48BD3][h3]Eula[/h3][/color][/center]
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Takeshi offered two options to Eula: To go back and check on the others, or to keep on pressing the assault with the other warriors of Shizuyama. To her, the only option was to ensure that someone as significant to the region as Takeshi was for him to go and check on the situation. [color=C48BD3][b]"You're more tactically minded than I am, Takeshi. I will make sure to break through the Varjans here,"[/b][/color] the automaton said, taking a few steps past Takeshi to rejoin the fighting. 

[color=C48BD3][b]"Oh, and..."[/b][/color] Eula would turn back, smiling slightly at Takeshi. [color=C48BD3][b]"I wouldn't mind learning from you, after this battle. I still have a lot to learn about humans...and I have heard people understand one another when they exchange blows. I look forward to it,"[/b][/color] the automaton said, before running off with sword in hand, wasting no time as she did what Takeshi asked of her. Her mission was to protect as many soldiers as she could, even if she herself was forbidden from lethally dispatching of any Varjans.

[center][i]"Laguna? Can you hear me?"[/i]

[i]"Of course I can, silly. We didn't give up our audio processors. Those were easy to salvage for her."[/i][/center]

Humans were fundamentally flawed creatures. Arrogant, prideful, violent, hypocritical, cowardly, contradictory...so why?

Why was she born to love them so much?

Why did this world love humanity enough to have Monsters love them too?

Eula couldn't think of an answer, as she intercepted a lethal blow for a soldier, her stout arm parrying a Varjan axe, before a blast from her arm stunned the attacker long enough for him to be finished by another. But, even the person she just defended wasn't safe, as an arrow hit him through the eye. Again and again, Eula would save two, lose one, advance three, be knocked down, and have to stand again. It was a game of attrition, one wherein Eula was a Queen that could never take any piece on the board.

She could only bear with the reality of war. She couldn't save anybody. She couldn't kill anybody. She couldn't do anything but hope for victory from others, all while her hands were forced to remain clean of blood.

[center][i]"Mm. I think...if she thinks like that...maybe the world will be kind to her. Don't you think?"[/i][/center]