[It's the fact that there's nothing at all that she or he could do about it that makes it worse. Nothing she could do would bring back the people precious to her who had transferred and left her here in Audentes. She couldn't do a thing to see Masamune again, or Arjuna, or Kida, or Gilgamesh. She couldn't do anything to cure the Ultimate Magic she had created when she was constantly forced to work towards ALASTAIR's goals instead.
And she couldn't do anything about the fact that Patroclus was dead.
Her tears are hot and bitter, everyone of them begrudged and hateful, but once she starts she cannot stop, (can't do anything about that either), her voice muffled in Graham's shirt.]
I could not do a thing- It was already too late-
[She, who had once decried Koltira's claims of resurrection, who regarded such a thing as akin to unholy black magic and said that it should not be allowed, had even turned to the elf for aid when it came to people she actually cared about dying, her own hypocrisy laid bare.]
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And she couldn't do anything about the fact that Patroclus was dead.
Her tears are hot and bitter, everyone of them begrudged and hateful, but once she starts she cannot stop, (can't do anything about that either), her voice muffled in Graham's shirt.]
I could not do a thing- It was already too late-
[She, who had once decried Koltira's claims of resurrection, who regarded such a thing as akin to unholy black magic and said that it should not be allowed, had even turned to the elf for aid when it came to people she actually cared about dying, her own hypocrisy laid bare.]
It was too late even for Koltira-