Tyzias has nothing to add. No pithy comments, no snarky one-liners, not even a bit of gallows humor. She's too tired for that. And not in the normal sense--Tyzias made sure to be well-rested before the big day. No.
She was tired of the death and destruction. She was tired of all the suffering, all the hopelessness. She was tired of the sheer injustice of it all. Tyzias was tired of watching the world fall apart. If nothing more, all the victims of the panic were owed the peace of destroying its source before it could wreak more ruin.
Tyzias joins Naoto in looking over the balcony. Her knuckles are white. "We're ending this today," she says, voice quiet but filled with an incalculable determination and rage. Notably, for the first time since she's arrived, she isn't slurring.
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She was tired of the death and destruction. She was tired of all the suffering, all the hopelessness. She was tired of the sheer injustice of it all. Tyzias was tired of watching the world fall apart. If nothing more, all the victims of the panic were owed the peace of destroying its source before it could wreak more ruin.
Tyzias joins Naoto in looking over the balcony. Her knuckles are white. "We're ending this today," she says, voice quiet but filled with an incalculable determination and rage. Notably, for the first time since she's arrived, she isn't slurring.