The words resonated inside Deka's head like a loud ringing bell. They were cold, harsh, and even disdainful. Yet the feeling they brought into Deka's heart was a strong realization of what she was doing at that moment.
She wasn't thinking of what she was supposed to do to help her group, nor did she think of a way to escape with them. For a moment there, she had given up on survival and was about to let the world fall on her head.
'What was I doing…' She held her face as she looked up again, staring at her friends. Even as she was still standing there, they were fighting with every breath in their lungs and every drop of blood coursing through their veins.
She had given them that hope not that long ago, to fight, to not give up. She was the one who gave them hope, and yet ironically, she was the first to crumble under the cruel reality of things. How could that be?
