[ Penny is so... excited, and ignorant. It leaves a lump in Pyrrha's throat, one she can't quite swallow around.
For all that she knows that what happened in the arena that day isn't completely her fault, the fact remains -- it was her semblance that killed Penny, her reflexive fear, her inability to break through the illusion. The manipulation was a means to an end, and is irrelevant besides. Pyrrha doesn't get caught up in measuring increments of blame, just as she doesn't get caught up in whether or not a robot with an aura was the same as a person. These things just are.
This is the girl she murdered.
And this house... this house is just going to be another person's tomb, isn't it? The resilient spirit that typically characterises Pyrrha is a bit colourless now, and a cold wind whips about her upper arms.
In the backyard, Pyrrha waits, and waits, and tries not to run. ]
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For all that she knows that what happened in the arena that day isn't completely her fault, the fact remains -- it was her semblance that killed Penny, her reflexive fear, her inability to break through the illusion. The manipulation was a means to an end, and is irrelevant besides. Pyrrha doesn't get caught up in measuring increments of blame, just as she doesn't get caught up in whether or not a robot with an aura was the same as a person. These things just are.
This is the girl she murdered.
And this house... this house is just going to be another person's tomb, isn't it? The resilient spirit that typically characterises Pyrrha is a bit colourless now, and a cold wind whips about her upper arms.
In the backyard, Pyrrha waits, and waits, and tries not to run. ]