Familiar red mists poured into the courtroom.
From within, Scarlette materialised, stepping out as the mist thinned.
"I thought you were going to interrogate them, not execute them," her voice echoed.
"This isn't my work." I gestured to the unconscious bodies. "Look at them. Burned eyes."
Lumera shivered, glancing at Scarlette.
"I did this," she admitted, staring at the faint smoke curling from her trembling hands. "I lost control."
Scarlette ignored me and walked straight to Lumera, helping her up.
"Tomorrow, we'll train," Scarlette said firmly, yet her voice held a gentle edge. "If you don't control your powers, they'll control you."
"Why are you helping me?" Lumera asked, wide-eyed.
"Because once, I was almost like you." Scarlette's gaze softened. "I was told my powers were an abomination. People fear what they don't understand."
Lumera stared at her in awe.
Yes. Scarlette was far more gracious than I was.
