As the seconds stretched into long, dragging minutes, I could not bring myself to release the shot.
The ball simply hovered there, glowing softly blue and pulsing in slow, steady rhythm with my growing hesitation, refusing to obey the command my mind kept trying to give.
Suddenly, killing a mad Titan set on nothing but destruction started to feel like... killing a person who was just trying to survive in the only way she knew how, fighting desperately for every extra moment of life.
"Pa..."
Hm?
She was trying to say something.
And she was... smiling(?) for some reason, a small, fragile curve forming slowly on her grey lips even as her body continued to shake.
Ready for death to take her with a smile?
Ah, yeah... she had spoken before; said "mean" that time when D'Lion confronted her last.
Her voice came out rough and croaky, like an old lady's worn-out whisper, a sharp and jarring contrast to her somewhat beautiful face in the humanoid shape.
