Ena just wanted a peek at Ramaa in defeat, but before she knew it, she was pushing her way forward through the other Heroes of Light before her. Strangely, it was the realization that she herself had been in a similar situation not all too long ago - albeit with few heroes up against her and smaller summons - that was drawing her to her.
She suddenly finds herself standing among the others that had gathered around their villain. She had been defeated, sure, but...could she not be redeemed, like Ena had been? Well, redeemed was still up for contention, but, you know.
For a moment she doesn't understand what she's doing there. She has no chivalrous words of encouragement, or awful insults to hurl at her, just a feeling of disappointment and loss for something that could have never been.
She tucks her legs under her and sits on her knees. The fact that her white trousers might get dirtied hardly crosses her mind. It's after a brief moment of contemplation that she speaks.
"You are very powerful," she says softly. And she means it as a compliment. If only she could wield such strength for herself. Tentatively, she extends her hand. But she lacks the courage to touch Ramaa, and her hand lands just an inch away from hers onto the grass. "But I believe you would find more trust from those around you if you were to use those powers to build, not destroy. I understand that you must be hurting in ways beyond our comprehension, but I don't doubt the pain would be eased if you had...if you had others to rely on."
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She suddenly finds herself standing among the others that had gathered around their villain. She had been defeated, sure, but...could she not be redeemed, like Ena had been? Well, redeemed was still up for contention, but, you know.
For a moment she doesn't understand what she's doing there. She has no chivalrous words of encouragement, or awful insults to hurl at her, just a feeling of disappointment and loss for something that could have never been.
She tucks her legs under her and sits on her knees. The fact that her white trousers might get dirtied hardly crosses her mind. It's after a brief moment of contemplation that she speaks.
"You are very powerful," she says softly. And she means it as a compliment. If only she could wield such strength for herself. Tentatively, she extends her hand. But she lacks the courage to touch Ramaa, and her hand lands just an inch away from hers onto the grass. "But I believe you would find more trust from those around you if you were to use those powers to build, not destroy. I understand that you must be hurting in ways beyond our comprehension, but I don't doubt the pain would be eased if you had...if you had others to rely on."