She watched as Ashla’s white hand pushed the knife down. The words were calm, yet filled with a pain even greater than her own. Felicity somehow did not thrust the blade into that miserable woman’s chest.

Miserable indeed. Ashla was chasing after her old demons in hoping of silencing them. Felicity scoffed, however.

“What’s the difference, really?”

She put the knife back in her sheath, she turned and took several paces back.

“You mean to say goodbye.” She reached a large boulder. Against it, another device of injury and death was placed.

“I can’t believe I’ve come to this. But it will end both our suffering.”

She yanked a handful of arrows from a quiver, readying a flexible bow.

She saw legitimate shock cross her formal mentor’s face. “Felicity- You- You’re insane….”

She took a step back, gawking at the weapon in her hands. Felicity still could hear the memories, clamoring like an orchestra of instruments all out of toon. She hardly felt alive, the coast all but dead to her. Even the image of the person she was aiming at was strangely distant. Was she having some sort of episode? The dead, lifeless eyes said that she did not care one bit.

She unleashed an arrow, aiming to kill the pathetic piece of meat and bone that was once her best friend.