While Lily lay on the floor, she was drifting in and out of consciousness. She had been badly hurt, taking more blows to the head than she should have done during her fight.
She knew she needed to pull back, that her strength was waning in the fight, but she continued on regardless. She had an idea of what Reno was doing, why he and Kizer didn't come forward, so she wanted to help at least a little.
It was these thoughts that had kept her going and continuing to thrust the spear even after exhaustion.
As the only one without a weapon made by the Dark Magus, she felt like the weak point in the entire group. She had to admit that, so she wanted to at least do something for them, rather than just get in their way or to be someone they needed to worry about.
The thing was, she had lasted even shorter than she thought she would against Suzan, ultimately making her feel like she had done nothing.
