We made our way back to the half-destroyed palace where people had gathered to look at the destruction. The crowd of people made way for us since they recognized Cera's face. The heroine of the war.
They knew she was an adopted daughter of the queen, that she had a wife and adopted the queen's daughter, but what else could they know? Nothing else was made public.
I feel ashamed.
I attacked citizens that we've been trying to save.
I know I don't have any civic duty to the kingdom, but don't I hold responsibility for being strong? Strong? Am I strong? Cera is ways ahead of me. How could I even consider myself to be strong? She lights up every room she walks into. She moves the flow itself when she's in the room. Comparing myself to her, am I actually anything?
"What's wrong?" Cera asked while we walked back to the destroyed palace.
"Why can't I be as strong as you?" My feelings came out before I could even react.
