A.N: Spoilers for chapter 107. Reviews would be greatly appreciated.
Theme #45: Awakening
To give up right now would be so easy. She feels weak and completely exhausted. Her body is screaming at her to close her heavy eyelids and allow sweet, blissful sleep to overtake her, but there seems to be an invisible force keeping her rooted in the waking world.
Her vision is blurry. She can hardly make out the vague outlines of a group of figures standing only a few feet in front of her. With the back of her hand she rubs her eyes, and everything comes into focus just enough for her to see that one of the figures is a bloodied Major Armstrong giving out orders.
"Pull yourself together!" she mentally scolds herself with a light slap on the side of her face. Looking over at the Colonel she can see the fierce look of determination in his eyes, eyes which are still burning bright with inextinguishable passion.
"I have no intention of living a carefree life all alone."
She suddenly remembers the words she had spoken not even an hour earlier. She remembers how her hands were shaking as she pointed the gun at the back of his head, threatening to end her own life if she was forced to end his.
"The Colonel hasn't given up despite his condition," she tells herself, raising a hand to wipe the blood off her face. "How foolish of me…"
Slowly and shakily she rises to her feet. An intense, burning pain shoots through her neck and arm. She instinctively clasps a hand over the wound on her neck as though the action would ease the pain. No matter how much it hurts she must fight. There will be no more sitting on the sidelines and feeling helpless while her comrades still possess the will to fight.
"No more giving up."
She won't allow herself to ever be weak again because she has someone worth fighting for; someone who never gives up no matter how many obstacles and hardships he's confronted with.
Steadying herself, she fixes her gaze directly ahead; wholly determined to keep fighting until the very end.