[The only thing keeping her from lashing out further, digging herself deeper into this hole is that hopelessness he noticed. That awful sinking feeling, that voice asking herself, repeatedly, what was the point? Why fight, why try, why... anything? Whether it be against admins or storyteller gods or even just to make a stupid point. Look where it got her here. Not home, no way back to the people she cared about in either direction.
Her Keyblade vanishes from her hand in a flash of light, her head bowing in defeat.]
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Her Keyblade vanishes from her hand in a flash of light, her head bowing in defeat.]
Fine.