[ What was happening now? Setsuna couldn't keep his eyes open anymore. His strength is continuously fading as the poison runs through his body. But he can hear it... The sound of more blood falling to the ground, though whose? He couldn't find out. As the massacre comes into play that night, the remaining of his consciousness is taken away.
"My goddess, is this enough...?" He does wonder that himself. While he doesn't believe in gods, this isn't his world. Perhaps gods and goddesses really do exist here, but it doesn't matter either way... He still won't believe in them. Regardless, he can't help himself to a certain thought. Because Moura believes so intently, he found himself asking in his mind, Gladia, take care of her. As someone on a journey to understanding, he wanted to understand that girl as well... What really happened in this temple? Why did Moura allow herself to fall into the darkness? He'll probably never know, but this is at least he can do for her.
Although the young Meister wanted to keep standing, he can only endure so much. He hears Vietnam's question, but it too fades from his mind. Shortly after, his knees give in. He drops to the ground, but is by coincidence caught by a patch of flowers. Setsuna lies there, among the flowers which soon get tainted by his poisoned blood. There are some that remain untouched however, making the scene look... almost like a painting. Gladia, as if touched by Setsuna's thoughts, grants him healing from the poison. Although, his wound is still open and would require immediate aid. This is all she can do for him. ]
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"My goddess, is this enough...?" He does wonder that himself. While he doesn't believe in gods, this isn't his world. Perhaps gods and goddesses really do exist here, but it doesn't matter either way... He still won't believe in them. Regardless, he can't help himself to a certain thought. Because Moura believes so intently, he found himself asking in his mind, Gladia, take care of her. As someone on a journey to understanding, he wanted to understand that girl as well... What really happened in this temple? Why did Moura allow herself to fall into the darkness? He'll probably never know, but this is at least he can do for her.
Although the young Meister wanted to keep standing, he can only endure so much. He hears Vietnam's question, but it too fades from his mind. Shortly after, his knees give in. He drops to the ground, but is by coincidence caught by a patch of flowers. Setsuna lies there, among the flowers which soon get tainted by his poisoned blood. There are some that remain untouched however, making the scene look... almost like a painting. Gladia, as if touched by Setsuna's thoughts, grants him healing from the poison. Although, his wound is still open and would require immediate aid. This is all she can do for him. ]