Eleanor stood on the edge of the platform, the corpses of the Blade Warriors around her already cleared away, leaving only the dim, shallow pools of blood.
She leaned on her longsword, standing there, gazing hollowly at the place where her brother had died, without uttering a word.
"Eleanor." Aske's voice rose behind her, "What are you doing?"
"I'm thinking," Eleanor said softly, her voice incredibly hoarse.
"Thinking about what?" Aske walked to her side, standing shoulder to shoulder with her.
"Thinking about some classic philosophical questions, Eleanor style," Eleanor replied.
Aske: ...... (Nora told you about that?)
"So, any conclusions?" Aske tried to keep his tone light.
"How could there be?" Eleanor shook her head slowly, "So many people, for so many years, unable to solve problems... War and peace..."
