"Thank you, Thor. Without you, what we did today would've been blind action for nothing." Taina held the former Guild member's hand, using the last of her strength to express her gratitude.
Thor Lanna, who had somehow ended up branded a traitor to the Guild, shook his head gravely.
He looked at the woman who was about to leave them with admiration, his heart filled with nothing but confusion and sorrow. He no longer knew how he'd somehow wound up in the Burning Legion, but he didn't care about that anymore.
"...But thinking about it carefully, we were acting blindly from the very beginning. It took me risking my life to finally understand that."
Her words finally broke through everyone's composure, and quiet sobs filled the room. Yet her smile only grew more carefree. "No crying! How can you make a revolution with so little spirit? I'm the one who's going to die!"
Dali, a rebel soldier from the Lothar people, didn't cry. He'd been following Taina Moen for some time, and they knew each other fairly well. In his memory, the young leader was actually a melancholy, quiet girl. Even when she smiled, there was always a trace of sorrowful fragility about her. But now, with her life nearing its end, she showed a brightness he'd never seen before.
As a comrade in the Burning Legion, he felt he should mourn her passing. But as her friend, shouldn't he be happy that she'd found peace?
For a moment, the Lothar esper didn't know what expression to wear.
Taina continued rambling. "I was never some steadfast rebel soldier, let alone a revolutionary. I was a young lady raised in luxury, and the only unusual thing about me was that my rebellious phase lasted a long time. Other people arranged my