While Pyrrha wasn't proud to admit it, she had fainted from Manara-exhaustion only seconds after she had called out to the other party. Even now, hours later, the world still seemed to be spinning slightly around her. It was due to this that her reaction to the verdict was muted.
Either that, or shock. She didn't really know what to blame.
She separated from the group without a word, and went to her home. A place she wasn't likely to see again for a long time.
Finally an emotion managed to make it through her dazed mind. Her face twisting in anger and self-loathing.
The plaster on the wall that she hit cratered.
She hadn't wanted to go in the first place, why had she gone along with it? why hadn't she protested harder?
Why? Why? Why?, the word reverberated through her mind endlessly. Tears started to run down her face. Nevertheless, she ignored them, knowing that it was their own fault everything had gone to hell. Nothing to blame but their own stupidity.
She laid everything she thought she would need out on her bed, and started to pick out the things she truly wouldn't be able to do without according to her guardian training. But that was based on having a base to return to. Ofcourse she wouldn't be able to take all of it with her on her journey.
In the end, dawn came, and with one last look at the empty house behind her, she left everything that she knew behind.