She remembers a time when she was young, when her eyes still had the light of dreams still in them and the stars could grant wishes. Things were simpler then. Everything had its place. Everything made sense. People stayed in the roles they were handed and people like her were heroes by birth while people like Chariot were tagalongs who supported them. Miracles were brought about, the balance once skewed would be restored, everything would go back to normal. Witches did their magic, people with no magic depended on witches, everything ran in cycles.
But miracles don't happen.
A boy isn't saved just because his friends chase after him, and instead dies in agony while his blood splatters everywhere for those who are only helpless to see as they can only watch. People like Croix aren't heroes. They can only watch as this grim reminder plants her firmly in reality. She thinks, for a moment, rather numbly, that Kurama and Akira are fools. They were never going to change anything. This was always going to happen. So why even bother? She'd learned long ago that fighting fate, chasing miracles, doesn't get you anywhere or anything but misery.
Croix turns and leaves, her emotionless expression not once falling.
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She remembers a time when she was young, when her eyes still had the light of dreams still in them and the stars could grant wishes. Things were simpler then. Everything had its place. Everything made sense. People stayed in the roles they were handed and people like her were heroes by birth while people like Chariot were tagalongs who supported them. Miracles were brought about, the balance once skewed would be restored, everything would go back to normal. Witches did their magic, people with no magic depended on witches, everything ran in cycles.
But miracles don't happen.
A boy isn't saved just because his friends chase after him, and instead dies in agony while his blood splatters everywhere for those who are only helpless to see as they can only watch. People like Croix aren't heroes. They can only watch as this grim reminder plants her firmly in reality. She thinks, for a moment, rather numbly, that Kurama and Akira are fools. They were never going to change anything. This was always going to happen. So why even bother? She'd learned long ago that fighting fate, chasing miracles, doesn't get you anywhere or anything but misery.
Croix turns and leaves, her emotionless expression not once falling.
She won't be going to the afterparty. ]