[What was left of her mana evaporates into colorless smoke the moment her back hits the ground and air is slammed from her lungs. A complete and abject failure, as she knew it would be from the start. If her worm crest could scream, she'd hear the howling in her ears; instead they slither in protest but don't press their host to fight.
Just as Sakura feels the blade against her neck, the worms have called the outcome of battle. What's left is a husk with one final purpose.
... My, but the sky behind Nee-san's shoulder is the palest winter blue she's ever seen. Sakura feels pain mounting in her chest, daydreams of bodies being eaten away by maggots, but this is the last view of beauty she will see, and staring at a future she couldn't reach is better than acknowledging the contempt in Rin's eyes.
She's a coward to the end, but for all she deserves, Sakura can't bear to know that she was right - that her sister would look at her like this.]
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Just as Sakura feels the blade against her neck, the worms have called the outcome of battle. What's left is a husk with one final purpose.
... My, but the sky behind Nee-san's shoulder is the palest winter blue she's ever seen. Sakura feels pain mounting in her chest, daydreams of bodies being eaten away by maggots, but this is the last view of beauty she will see, and staring at a future she couldn't reach is better than acknowledging the contempt in Rin's eyes.
She's a coward to the end, but for all she deserves, Sakura can't bear to know that she was right - that her sister would look at her like this.]