[ She still bears that weak and troubled smile as Caster dispatches the enemy Master from the mortal coil. She hardly even flinches despite being unable to tear her eyes away. They'll have to kill at least one more person to reach their end goal. Incapacitation is out of the question. What's one more life taken? It's only a minute solace that the other magus for sure must've murdered another participant of this conflict, but such is the nature of a war.
She straightens up as he speaks, so by the time she has his attention, she's erased all traces of discomfort from the witnessed death from her face. Instead, there's a different sort of malaise there brought on by the glorious charge's now long gone image and a burning sorrow that isn't even hers. She didn't remember it back then, perhaps in her eagerness to forget what she'd dreamed, but something about the way he said "my sons" leaves an ache in her chest she recalls only ever feeling during that fleeting dream. ]
From how you sound, it doesn't feel like a victory.
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She straightens up as he speaks, so by the time she has his attention, she's erased all traces of discomfort from the witnessed death from her face. Instead, there's a different sort of malaise there brought on by the glorious charge's now long gone image and a burning sorrow that isn't even hers. She didn't remember it back then, perhaps in her eagerness to forget what she'd dreamed, but something about the way he said "my sons" leaves an ache in her chest she recalls only ever feeling during that fleeting dream. ]
From how you sound, it doesn't feel like a victory.