She looked at the fire before her and could not help but think about the blaze she had set in the Seed District yesterday.
What burned was her once "home."
Hardock, those two Players, and her aunt, who had unwittingly been caught up in the Spell and had died a humiliating death in a sack, all vanished in the sea of flames, devoured completely by the fire.
As she watched the flames rage, Hewinia felt somewhat dazed.
She had burned away her own past.
But would she gain a future from this?
It seemed not.
So what was it all for?
Hewinia's eyelids drooped bit by bit, with fatigue and sleepiness washing over her like a tide.
It was in this trance that she heard someone asking in her heart again.
"What is it really for?"
That voice, it sounded like her own.
And like... someone else.
"Tell me, Nia," the person asked, "what do you really want to do?"
"I... what do I want to do?"
"Yes, tell me, Nia." the person said gently, "Tell me what you want to do."
