- POV Hestia -
After several days of coma, I had finally woken up surrounded by my crew, surrounded by my very worried companions. To be honest I didn't remember much, I just remembered all the sensations I had experienced during my fight. Once again it seemed that I had entered a trance state where my reason had disappeared but my heart and every fiber of my body remembered.
That fight to the death had been one of the most devastating of my life, to set one's mind on fire, to go beyond oneself and transcend one's abilities...that was what made me tick. From what I understood I had also come close to death ending up with serious injuries once again. However, today was different because despite waking up I didn't feel that strength in me anymore, in fact...I didn't feel anything at all, I was empty.
