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"Oh... you're still awake. I'm sorry to see that. It must have been rather painful," Aquaea said apologetically, bluntly honest. She had done what she could, but... Even still, he had been forced to suffer through all that. She couldn't forgive whoever had shot this boy. Her goal in life was to prevent everyone she could from having to experience the same kind of pain she had been forced to undergo in her youth. Yet here she was, causing that same pain to a youth as innocent and helpless as she had been in the time of her own tortures. Even if it was done in the name of the greater good of healing the boy's wound, could she still just accept this with a clean conscience?

Yes, she had to. Many people suffered in the name of the greater good, just as she herself was forced to suffer to protect people. Expecting to be able to save everyone from all pain in the world was an entirely unreasonable goal, like trying to catch and hold the sun in one's hand, or to light the world with a single candle. No one, not even a so-called hero, could accomplish this goal. She would just have to do the best she could, which is what she had done. After all, sometimes someone had to suffer for the sake of lessening the pain in the end. This was just the way of things.

"My name is Aquaea," She answered. "As for helping you, it was nothing to thank me for. Just relax for a while and don't use that wing, and you should be fine," She said coolly, standing up and dusting off her legs. "And you are...?"