I wake up in the same room and look up, there were the branches of a small tree bearing flowers of different colors each petal, when I get up I see the state of the tree that Freya has become.
"Don't be sorry, it's disrespectful to her wishes." (Diana)
"You can understand, as a Champion of a God followed the most appropriate training and I'm sure the God Fenrir would do nothing to kill her in her training." (I)
"But those three chose to throw themselves into a power beyond my control blindly, just imagining the possibility of my power causing their deaths is paralyzing... unbearable on a level I don't know how to describe..." (I)
I could feel her long before approaching this place, the ferocity she emanates is as natural as her breathing, when she entered I felt her eyes not on me, but on the tree just like me, and doing so without turning to look at her.
