Julie watched the horrifying sight take place before her eyes. Few were left untouched. Those who were, were lucky, especially the Haos brawlers… because the six weren't able to get them all, weren't able to inflict the disease on them all. Julie happened to be one of the few still standing. Julie happened to escape when she hadn't even moved.
She looked around at the other stands, and then at the arena. She closed her eyes and repeated the phrase, it's not my fault.
It's not her fault that almost the entire arena is under the disease, or maybe influence.
It's not her fault that the six's real identities are… completely unbelievable.
It's not her fault that the tournament is completely ruined.
It's not her fault that… that the six somehow managed to escape them and become the six.
She turned to her right at the two slumped over figures beside her. Her hand shook as she reached out for the latter one. Lightly touching the blonde hair under the baseball cap, Julie's eyes started to leak a few tears.
But, it's her fault that Billy is one of the victims. It's her fault that Billy's been suffering for the past several weeks. It's her fault that her ex-boyfriend lost terribly in the tournament.
Julie's hand backed away from the baseball cap and back to her side. She looked at the figure that lay between them.
And now, the hero can't save the day, because the hero is one of the victims. Dan is one of the victims.
And there's nothing that she, Mira, and the others still untouched could do about it.