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Nikki lifted her hand to the mouth, a gesture shared by the soldiers gazing down upon the scene from above. Her bottom lip quivered, rain and tears mixing together upon her pale cheek.
Momo, Bobo, the soldiers whispering among themselves. The booming voice of the mayor.
She heard all of these things. She knew everyone was there. But it didn’t feel like she really... heard them, their words. It didn’t feel like anyone was really there, like reality was even real.
“Lunar...”
All she was able to do, to muster, as she stroked away the hair from the face of the woman, the lifeless soul, the corpse, in her arms, was her name.
Her voice was barely above a whisper, sibilant like the rain.
Nikki felt so many emotions all at once. Pain, shock, disbelief...
But most of all, anger.
She was angry, so angry, at everyone .
The arguing of those around her. Herself, for not spending more time with Lunar. And most importantly, Nidhogg. Nidhogg, that...
Nikki had never felt such anger, such pain, before. Her chest was alight with the flames of a strong emotional agony, its tongues grasping onto every heartstring within her being.
But despite the soulless body that lay stagnant in her arms, despite the hopeless atmosphere, despite everything. Nikki knew this wasn’t the end. This was the beginning. The heartless murder of Lunar was fate, as had been so metaphorically worded by the assassin himself. No, Lunar’s death was not the end, Nikki ruminated as she stared down upon her lifeless face, greyed by death. If anything, it had set the wheels of fate in motion. Things were, in a certain regard, about to only just begin. If Nidhogg wanted to start a war, to take the lives of the innocent with very little a rational justification, he wasn’t going to get what he wanted.
And Nikki would make sure of that.