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With the fleshy beast fell, an uncomfortable silence began to manifest around the restaurant. Her front and face completely drenched in ichor, the golden breeze slowly began to clean her body back to its original form, the minor wounds on each arm sewing back together. The twins that Harry had binded... were they...
As soon as the eerie voice passed, and the grinning twins' true visage was exposed, the golden eyes of Lancer slowly widened in realization. Dispelling her weapon, she hurriedly rushed to what were two ordinary children all along, her mind too rash and emotionally shaken to have the foresight that it could've been some sort of final trap. That, however, didn't seem to be the case.
"My 'golden breeze' can't... they're already..." Lancer cut off, closing her eyes. "They're already gone. Can you... is there something we can..." She shot a quick look to Sylvia, out of some sort of hope that she might be able to do more than her... but... 'bringing back life'... it was an extremely complex ability, and Lancer herself couldn't do it unless the death happened mere seconds ago. These children were already far gone.
Lancer observed the bodies for a moment, her lip trembling slightly. Falling to one knee beside one of the children, she checked a pulse, but there was nothing there to give. Their bodies were seized up, dead and lifeless from the stab wound on their back... but what was interesting was that none of the injuries they caused had remained affixed to the children.
But still... as Lancer's hair slowly faded back into its original shade of simple silver, turning back to normal length, her golden eyes were clearly in deep thought. Was there... was there a way they could've handled that, without these children needing to die?
Had this really been these two children's 'fate' all along, or had they intervened? Had her actions caused...
It was too sickening to think about. Regardless, Lancer could only think bright.
And the longer she looked at these two dead people who likely didn't deserve a single thing... the more her golden eyes burned.
"Whoever did this... whoever possessed children, above everything..." Lancer's sadness turned to a cold anger, a gauntlet-encased fist at her side seizing up and trembling. "Such a sick and twisted mind [glow=gold]can't be allowed to exist.[/glow] They will be found. And they'll get what they deserve. ...They... they..."
Lancer trailed off, shaking her head.
"Regardless... we can't let this get to us. Remember we're not the ones who caused the death of these children. Look at the wounds." Lancer pointed out, "It's likely they were deceased from the beginning, even when they were attacking us. Whoever is behind this is trying to get at us mentally. We can't let that happen. They're trying to break us..."
She tried her best to remain strong, shutting the eyelids of one of the fallen children closed.
"All we can do now is leave them. The authorities will handle the rest; I'm sure the parents will want a burial..."
Slowly looking upwards, she took a glance to her Master, before slowly exchanging shaky looks between Sylvia, Saber, and Harry. After such a fight, what came next? Would they need to evacuate from this area?
The gentle landing of a night-time bird was the only faint noise amidst the silence.
As soon as the eerie voice passed, and the grinning twins' true visage was exposed, the golden eyes of Lancer slowly widened in realization. Dispelling her weapon, she hurriedly rushed to what were two ordinary children all along, her mind too rash and emotionally shaken to have the foresight that it could've been some sort of final trap. That, however, didn't seem to be the case.
"My 'golden breeze' can't... they're already..." Lancer cut off, closing her eyes. "They're already gone. Can you... is there something we can..." She shot a quick look to Sylvia, out of some sort of hope that she might be able to do more than her... but... 'bringing back life'... it was an extremely complex ability, and Lancer herself couldn't do it unless the death happened mere seconds ago. These children were already far gone.
Lancer observed the bodies for a moment, her lip trembling slightly. Falling to one knee beside one of the children, she checked a pulse, but there was nothing there to give. Their bodies were seized up, dead and lifeless from the stab wound on their back... but what was interesting was that none of the injuries they caused had remained affixed to the children.
But still... as Lancer's hair slowly faded back into its original shade of simple silver, turning back to normal length, her golden eyes were clearly in deep thought. Was there... was there a way they could've handled that, without these children needing to die?
Had this really been these two children's 'fate' all along, or had they intervened? Had her actions caused...
It was too sickening to think about. Regardless, Lancer could only think bright.
And the longer she looked at these two dead people who likely didn't deserve a single thing... the more her golden eyes burned.
"Whoever did this... whoever possessed children, above everything..." Lancer's sadness turned to a cold anger, a gauntlet-encased fist at her side seizing up and trembling. "Such a sick and twisted mind [glow=gold]can't be allowed to exist.[/glow] They will be found. And they'll get what they deserve. ...They... they..."
Lancer trailed off, shaking her head.
"Regardless... we can't let this get to us. Remember we're not the ones who caused the death of these children. Look at the wounds." Lancer pointed out, "It's likely they were deceased from the beginning, even when they were attacking us. Whoever is behind this is trying to get at us mentally. We can't let that happen. They're trying to break us..."
She tried her best to remain strong, shutting the eyelids of one of the fallen children closed.
"All we can do now is leave them. The authorities will handle the rest; I'm sure the parents will want a burial..."
Slowly looking upwards, she took a glance to her Master, before slowly exchanging shaky looks between Sylvia, Saber, and Harry. After such a fight, what came next? Would they need to evacuate from this area?
The gentle landing of a night-time bird was the only faint noise amidst the silence.