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Ch 1.55: Regrets

    Ch 1.55: Regrets


    <span style="font-weight:400">The walk back was a haze, ina doing her best to ignore what Carline had just told her. Once Tira had been patched up she’d left, promising not to say anything about what happened in the forest before the three of them could talk together. Her face seemed as stone when she left, but ina could hear the break in her voice.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Carline was next to her, but ina and her didn’t talk on the trek back. The watched as students went around the campus, examining the fallen Red Order members, picking up pieces of the armor-guards, and looking out for any human bodies that hadn’t been found yet.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It did seem safe now, at least, that thest remnants of their enemy had been picked off, or ran off, in the time that ina had been in the forrest. The air around them wasn’t one of victory though. Each student whipped their heads whenever ina would walk by, eyes wide with fear until they realized it was a human behind them. They didn’t look relieved when they realized that though, still terrified, like any second the fighting would resume.


    <span style="font-weight:400">ina could rte. She didn’t feel immediate danger, knowing that themander of the enemy forces was dead at least, but there was a lingering dread. Myri’s threat wasn’t hollow, she knew, her invasion not the climax. She was one piece of arger force, one that would being in full eventually. <i><span style="font-weight:400">And that might already by here in part, living in the same walls.</i>


    <span style="font-weight:400">Alonse. He’d seemed like the person she could trust most. He still hadn’t <i><span style="font-weight:400">done</i><span style="font-weight:400"> anything to make her distrust him, not that she knew, but Myri’s words rang clearly in her head. The Stormshine’s had dealt with the Red Order in the past, and he had been conveniently absent when they attacked the school. Not enough to prove guilt, but enough to give her pause about revealing the System to him anyway. <i><span style="font-weight:400">And if we can’t tell him about it, there’s no one at the school we can.</i>


    <span style="font-weight:400">Worries for another time. She was walking through the north entrance now, and her attention was drawn to the floor anyway. It wasn’t exactly littered with bodies, but there was still a line of them, and any amount was enough to turn her stomach over. The wounded were further in, she knew, making all of these corpses, the once living. Automatons moved throughout, some dragging bodies, others cing sheets over them. It was disconcerting, seeing her fellow students carried around by the constructs like they were furniture or cleaning supplies instead of people, but the constructs themselves didn’t seem to care, just another job to them. The thought came back, the words that Carline had said, that ina had been trying to forget. <i><span style="font-weight:400">At least it wasn’t—</i>


    <span style="font-weight:400">Prisma. ina hadn’t expected to see her, to face her, not so soon anyway. She was huddled over a body, hand pressed into her face. Sobbing. ina froze, feet unwilling to go forward anymore.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I really need to keep going,” Carline eventually said, standing next to ina. “They still need my help in the dining hall.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah,” ina said, still looking at Prisma. “I’ll catch up in a bit.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Alright. Uhm, I’ll see youter then.” Carline shuffled off, breaking into a run after a few steps. <i><span style="font-weight:400">She’ll probably get in trouble for havinge after me, even if they fighting was over. </i><span style="font-weight:400">Thoughts that only existed to distract her from the true problem.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She stepped forward, clutching Tira’s remaining jacket sleeve as she walked. In any other scenario she would have been the center of attention, but now even ina herself was ignoring her state of dress. Tira’s jacket was long enough for the most basic semnce of modesty, and that’s all that really mattered right now.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She stopped just behind Prisma, looking down at the body in front of her. This one wasn’t wearing the school uniform like most of the others, but a simple outfit, pants and shirt that ina could have seen herself or her parents having made back home. <i><span style="font-weight:400">And I’m the one that killed her.</i>


    <span style="font-weight:400">Ranlit. ina had hoped Carline was mistaken, that maybe the fencing teacher had been grievously wounded instead of outright killed, but that wasn’t the case. <i><span style="font-weight:400">A stupid hope, Carline wouldn’t be capable of making a mistake like that with her aspect.</i>


    <span style="font-weight:400">Ranlit was covered with a dark blue sheet that hid whatever wounds she would have been suffering from in herst moments. It should have been a mercy to ina, to not have to see the injuries, but she cursed the sheet in her mind instead. All it truly did was let her imagination go wild with horror after horror that might have been inflicted. <i><span style="font-weight:400">It’d be better to know.</i>


    <span style="font-weight:400">After a while Prisma looked up, tears no longer streaming down her face, but with red eyes, puffed cheeks. Until today the girl had only ever lookedposed, graceful, but the past few hours had shattered that illusion in ina’s mind. Prisma was just a girl after all.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She stared into ina’s eyes, tears shaking in her own, causing them to quiver. “You’re okay.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Carline told me what you did.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">The stone in ina’s stomach dropped for a third time in the same day, sinking feeling going lower than ina had ever thought imaginable. She’d known Prisma and Ranlit were close, known she’d have to deal with this eventually, but she wasn’t ready, would probably never be ready. “I—”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Thank you,” Prisma said, closing her eyes to shut off the flow of tears once more. “Thank you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">ina stared as the girl grabbed at the nket covering Ranlit, clutching the fabric beneath her fingers as she shook. “Prisma, I… I left her, alone.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Prisma pulled up, wiping her face with her sleeve. “I already told you that Carline said what happened. You put the fence back up for her like she asked, and tried to draw those things away.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I <i><span style="font-weight:400">abandoned </i><span style="font-weight:400">her, Prisma. I mean—”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Prisma was already on her feet, arms wrapped around ina in a deep embrace. “She wouldn’t have stopped fighting while anyone else was in danger, no matter what. That’s why she died. Please don’t try and make it your fault. The only thing she would be mad at you for was putting yourself in more danger.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">ina stood there, dumbfounded, as tears started to well up in her own eyes for the first time since she heard the news. <i><span style="font-weight:400">Why is she forgiving me? </i><span style="font-weight:400">No, it wasn’t even forgiveness. Prisma was acting like there was nothing to forgive, but ina knew better than that. Still, there was a warmth to the embrace, even despite their soaking wet clothes and the chill of the breeze from the open door. She held Prisma back, squeezing tightly, with all her might, all her sorrow as she started to sob as well.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“E— ina! I can’t breathe!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh!” ina said as she let go, backing up and wiping her face. “Sorry, I, uhm, didn’t mean to press in that hard.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Prisma huffed for a moment, catching her breath and sniffling. “Gods, you really are strong.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">ina blushed, biting her lip, trying to think of any way to change the topic. “Carline said Waine is okay?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah.” Prisma turned back to Ranlit’s body, shaking her head. “Thank the gods for that at least. If both of them had died…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">ina looked down as well. “He’s really important to you, huh?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Prisma paused. “He’s important to my family.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Right…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Did you find them? The person you went looking for in the forest?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, yeah, I did.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“And they’re alright?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, uhm, Carline helped them out.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That’s good.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Uh-huh.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">The shuffling of automatons, the sobs from the few students still walking the halls, the wind howling through the halls.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Why didn’t you let mee with you?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">ina still didn’t really know herself. “Because I knew he was important to you— to your family, I mean.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Right… Thanks, I guess. I’m d you’re both safe, but—” She swallowed, sniffling again, tears reforming. “It all worked out, you and Waine at least. Waine would’ve been hard for her, but if you had—” She nced at Ranlit once more, choking off the end of her sentence and closing her eyes. “It’s really hard not to be mad at you for leaving me like that, but right now I’m just d you’re both okay.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">ina was annoyed. Prisma was fine with her leaving Ranlit, her old fencing coach and friend, but mad that she didn’t want to leave Waine to die? <i><span style="font-weight:400">She’s going through a hard time, but still. </i><span style="font-weight:400">It wasn’t the time to address those frustrations though. “I’m, uhm, gonna go to the dining hall. I’m okay, but there’s a cut Carline didn’t fully heal yet so she could get back there.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Prisma nodded. “I’m gonna stay here. I’m not… I’m not done saying bye yet.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sure, of course. I’ll see you around?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Prisma nodded again, wordless as ina walked off. The stone in her stomach didn’t seem as heavy anymore, but it was still there. She put her hand in her bag, running her fingers over the System, smooth crystal cool to the touch, sending her thoughts of what could’ve been if she’d let Prismae with her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You did the right thing, ina,” the System said, startling her as she pulled her hand back.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Did I?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I think so. Being the Administrator means making hard choices, and the most important thing is to <i><span style="font-weight:400">make</i><span style="font-weight:400"> those choices. You did not hesitate, and in doing so saved the lives did.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I could have saved Ranlit if I’d stayed and fought.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Possibly. Or you could have died with her. Myri could have found my main core, Prisma could have died in the other battle, Miss Strask could have died to Myri herself. There is no way of knowing these things, either back then or now, so you can only keep going, keep making the hard choices. Regrets are not a luxury you can afford to have anymore.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No, regrets are important.” ina clenched her fingers together as she stepped into the dining room. “I need them if I’m going to get better at this.”
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