She sat overlooking the ocean, legs dangling from the clifftop. Her blackened armour was beaded with gore, but her sword was plunged into the earth behind her.
Another woman approached, limping and clutching a spreading wound in her side. In her other hand was a glowing knife.
Without looking around, the first said, ‘So you’re here to kill me?’
The second hesitated.
‘I deserve it,’ she added.
‘You do,’ the second agreed. ‘Why did you do it?’
‘I don’t know,’ said the first. She looked up at the other with haunted eyes. ‘Somehow, that’s worse than if I did, isn’t it? I don’t know.’
It was, but she held out her hand to the blood-splattered knight. ‘We can talk about it on the way back.’
‘You mean to put me on trial.’ The disdain in her voice was clear.
‘I do. But we can talk about it.’
The knight stiffened, her gaze returning to the wind-tossed waves.
‘Okay,’ she said.
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