Even as his body whimpers silently in pain, Kyrie continues to stand up, the struggling and moribund form of the bear before his eyes. Her strength was taken from her, her freedom was destroyed, and any semblance of glory and honor was annihilated from her soul.
The only thing left in Zillia's body is death and decay, no longer resembling anything close to how she was before their fight started. She lost much more than the fight, more than her life. In retrospect, the one who lost the least in their battle to death was himself.
"I'm sorry you had to endure all of this." Because of the intervention of Skoll, she paid a price that she didn't need to pay, thrust into something that never concerned her. "You took a bullet meant for me." Kyrie sighs heavily, looking at the ceiling of the cave.
