Arc one moment: climax

She fell to her knees, the sickening reality of the world around her. The sight of an arrow cutting short the life of Til. Yvet's soul having it's chain shattered with the strike of a saber, the sound of gattling guns thump as the concussion of air ended the lives of the Family. It was simply to much for the mind to handle. Like a cup filled to overflowing with wine, in this case blood, a vessel could only hold so much before refusing to allow more.

As sorrow and hopelessness filled her heart, it racked her soul with wave after wave of pain and grief. Like a ship tosses about on stormy seas, her grief rose and broke, rose and broke in core shattering reality. It's my fault, I should have acted sooner. Her voice in her mind screamed at her.

Amidst the roiling seas of her mind, between the howling wails of the wind. Her mind soldified on a number of solutions, sickened by their absolute nessessity. Her tears fell to the dry cold ground as a meteor strikes the earth, weighed down with the weight of the actions she must take. Gripping her saber tightly, she rose on quivering legs. Unstable with her vision occluded by saddness, the fire billowing out only rose in power as the voice spoke in her mind.

"So must it be what the Shadows have made of you. When one seeks to better the totality, each of us must make of us, kings and Queens."