[ She's not sure, either. What's worse, their imaginations or reality? Right now, it's too early to say, but Fie can't help but think that it's a little ironic. Her earliest memories are of wandering alone on a battlefield, surrounded by death and violence. Twice, she'd been rescued from it. Once, she thought she might finally be free of it entirely.
But here she is again. ]
... I'm not a hero. [ It's a very quiet murmur. But Fie's always known that. She'd helped people before, and she thinks she might like helping people more than just ignoring them, but this kind of help doesn't seem like help at all. And...
Why would they have wanted her to be one of a few people to try and save everyone? ]
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But here she is again. ]
... I'm not a hero. [ It's a very quiet murmur. But Fie's always known that. She'd helped people before, and she thinks she might like helping people more than just ignoring them, but this kind of help doesn't seem like help at all. And...
Why would they have wanted her to be one of a few people to try and save everyone? ]