[There's warmth amidst the pain. She can't reach her hands out to Diluc or Sylvain, but they reach to her nonetheless.
She tries -- tries to push aside her memories of her friends, dead and rotted, or the wretched imitations they just saw, the man she hurt again and again... She tries to remember their true faces. The people she longs to see again -- the people she knows are out there, waiting to return.
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She tries -- tries to push aside her memories of her friends, dead and rotted, or the wretched imitations they just saw, the man she hurt again and again... She tries to remember their true faces. The people she longs to see again -- the people she knows are out there, waiting to return.
...
Her throat feels tight, but she nods.]