Zillia lay on the bed of her room. Her eyes blankly staring the ceiling. Despite Kyrie's honeyed words and kindness, she knew that such a thing as regaining her powers back was not possible. Skoll had taken everything away from her after her failure in a fight against James.
She also knew that hard work was important, but so was potential. She had exhausted her potential long ago, wasting herself in a meaningless and senseless life. She had no rope in that regard, and even her hard work was not enough to cover the gaps of raw power.
Zillia has exhausted her choices and options in this life, there was little she could do now to help anyone, herself or Kyrie. Truly, her physique is superb by their standards, but one day it won't be enough to bridge the gap between herself and her enemies.
