Snippet #2279387

Canon's heart sank as the first words out of her partner's mouth merely picked up where he'd left off before, telling her how foolish it was to have kept on fighting on her own. But what was she supposed to do? She couldn't have just run away and left Asher to die. And yet, it seemed that, despite how it had seemed at the time, in her partner's more accurate opinion, her choice to protect him had been the wrong one. She gazed guiltily down. Canon had tried her best, and yet, despite that, she'd still failed in the end, forcing Asher to risk himself to save her. And, judging by his next comment, he was even taking responsibility for the situation again! So nothing had changed. If he really believed that he was just being a good friend, that he wasn't making himself a martyr for her sake, then why was he still insisting on taking all of the duties, burdens, and pains that should have fallen upon her shoulders onto his own?!

"Sorry," She mumbled quietly, her expression crestfallen. "Should I just stay back and use some crystals, then...?" Idly, she noticed something. Her mantle had fallen closed across her body when she'd been knocked backward, and Asher, as he didn't comment on the painfully visible wound she'd sustained, must not have noticed it at all. It was for the best, though, she supposed. She didn't want him worrying over her when he was about to go into battle with such a dangerous opponent. And so, not wanting to be a further nuisance to him, she remained silent, a decision she'd perhaps later come to regret...