[Rose is trying her best to move forward, and she could almost swear that Takame's command is directed at her. The stench of blood is overwhelming; it's not a spell that she ever got used to, and she has to stop herself from actively gagging.]
[Happy thoughts. Happy thoughts. She's doing what she can to distract herself from the slaughter, although there's only so much she can turn away from. It's not that she doesn't realize this is necessary, she absolutely does, but it still weighs heavy on her.]
[One foot after the other. Her body is weak, and tired, and hungry. Keeping pace with Takame, evading the soldiers, she puts all of her energy into just moving, until it's no longer possible. Whether she slipped in a puddle of blood, or her legs simply gave in, she's not sure. The only thing she knows is that she's now on the ground, in a puddle of blood. Try as she might, she can't get back up.]
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[Happy thoughts. Happy thoughts. She's doing what she can to distract herself from the slaughter, although there's only so much she can turn away from. It's not that she doesn't realize this is necessary, she absolutely does, but it still weighs heavy on her.]
[One foot after the other. Her body is weak, and tired, and hungry. Keeping pace with Takame, evading the soldiers, she puts all of her energy into just moving, until it's no longer possible. Whether she slipped in a puddle of blood, or her legs simply gave in, she's not sure. The only thing she knows is that she's now on the ground, in a puddle of blood. Try as she might, she can't get back up.]
Shit...