I watched as she fell.
Unable to do anything.
I charged at her murderer but he simply dodged me.
He went after my other comrades.
The other Awakened Ones were attacking.
I defended myself.
I could only watch as my comrades fell one after another.
I feel her murderer killed.
His Yoki gone.
I burned with envy and hate.
I had not been able to touch him.
Someone else killed him.
I turned to the battle.
One six of us remained.
We must fight.
It was no use.
I fainted as I was cut.
I wake to find only seven of the twenty-four alive.
I kneel by her body.
It hurts.
The pain.
I couldn't save her.
I couldn't avenge her.
I feel pathetic.
I failed her.
Yet the last words she spoke to me were:
"Don't fail me, Cynthia"
I begin to cry.
I feel so empty.
I Number 14 Cynthia failed my best friend and was allowed to live.
