>>6008898It had not even been a day and a half since she left, and while I had shed as many tears as the rest of my dear friends, I felt something change within.
I still stood staring up at the now dusky sky, watching the sun melt behind the clouds cascading a pool of pink and yellow across the horizon, and I felt a small spark ignite inside me.
It had taken nearly all my patience to assure the others of 4th gen that I was alright and I just needed sometime alone.
Luna and Towa were particularly difficult to get to leave, each latching onto an arm while Watame's pained worried look burnt itself into my brain.
They demanded to know what I was going to do with myself, and wrapping my patience around me like a cloak, I assured them that I simply wished to look at the sky and I had no ulterior motives.
I breathed a prayer of relief when Watame pryed them off of me and gently pushed them towards home, gently reassuring them that it was ok while her voice shattered like glass.
Throughout that entire exchange, dangerous thoughts ran through my mind. Our dragon was no longer here, we were helpless, all that remained was a shitty angel, a joke of a devil, a migit princess, and a crybaby sheep. Coco was the backbone of our group, and we were just the support, what were we supposed to do now?
I wanted so badly to vocalize these thoughts, but I knew that it was absolutely the worst possible thing to do, especially now. As much as I wanted to mope and cry and scream and lash out, I only felt that spark smolder and burn.
