Aurora shut her eyes at the memory of Amy in her arms, her lifeless body turning cold and the blood staining her white nightgown. Looking down at herself, she was still drenched in her blood, making it so obvious that Amy's blood was on her hands.
It's all your fault.
Scanning the room full of bodies, Aurora noticed the faces and how very familiar most of them were to her. A maid that she often saw cleaning the gazebo, a maid that brought them tea during tea time, and the last, but not the least at all- Berti and Eva.
Fresh hot tears streamed down Aurora's eyes at the sight of the two girls lying side by side right beside Amy. They were still in their armor, which only made Aurora believed they fought gallantly.
All to protect people like her.
It's all your fault. All these deaths are in your hands.
The voice in Aurora's head wouldn't stop, and in time, she found out she could actually relate to it. That it was indeed the truth.
"I know." She whispered, now staring into space.
