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‘I c-can’t… I c-can’t do it. I c-can’t.’ Layla thought as tears dropped down her face from her only working eye.

Her body was sprawled on the ground, littered with burns and cuts that refused to heal. Her bodysuit was just a bunch of threads holding onto themselves with their last breath.

Every inch of her ached and refused to move. Her glaive was a few inches by her side, but no matter how she wanted to, her hand remained dead tired and unmoving.

She stared at the sky; red light fought with yellow one that was way dimmer than when it had come on. Her beacon of hope was wavering.

‘P-please be… be strong, Elly. I-I know you aren’t su… supposed to f-fight a-and… and I’m… I’m s-sorry to… to put y-you in this… this p-position but please stay strong. I-If you go off, I’ll lose my m-mind.’

Eleanor wasn’t a fighter. She wasn’t to be in the heat of the battle. She was meant to bring things to order. She was the restorer and healer. She was to correct what the parliamentarians had done wrong a