Title: doom
Characters/Pairings: Jeanne D'Arc, Gilles de Rais, Mash
A/N: Gilles' summary makes me laugh. What an ordinary fellow.
Summary: This time, Jeanne couldn't answer his call.
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"Jeanne!" a knight yelled, his sword hanging slack in his hands. "It's you, right? You didn't die!"
At the sound, she paused. A quick glance confirmed what she already knew to be true; the knight was Giles. Her old friend, her companion. His armour gleamed in the sunlight, his eyes wide with disbelief. Her mouth opened involuntarily to call out his name, to respond.
The curious stares of her companions brought her back to reality and she turned away. The dead did not come back for a reason. "Let's go," she murmured to them, clutching her banner tightly.
"Are you sure?" Mash asked, peeking curiously across the long, sloping fields at the group of knights. "You don't want to talk to him?"
"I do." More than anything, in fact. All of history was available to her, knowledge of the past, present, and future at her fingertips. Jeanne knew exactly what would happen to her friend, how his soul would be stained a black darker than the night. Doom was in his future and she knew that she had a small hand in it.
But telling him would change nothing—it would be a moment's reprieve, a small hope that would flicker out the moment they fixed the singularity. It was better to say nothing at all, to save the world and leave things as they were.
"Jeanne! Come back!" Giles shouted, sheathing his sword.
Firmly, Jeanne turned her back to him.