As Petra began to explain the nature of these mysterious creatures, Xion noticed her wince in pain.
“—Hey, hey. You should rest. Don’t push yourself," she insisted.
But when she continued her explanation, Xion was silenced. There simply aren’t words to say to that. The sheer magnitude of her loss, of the fear she must suffer….she couldn’t even comprehend how someone would keep themselves on the frontline of a world so perilous as this.
"I can’t…even imagine. I’m so sorry."
The words felt inadequate.
"There’s no need to say sorry.”
Petra offers her a slight smile, as if it was her way to assure the other that she was really alright. The memories of watching her comrades die before her is still fresh in her mind, but it’s what she gets for being a soldier. She knew about this from the very beginning, and it’s something she will remember until the war ends.
If it ever ends. Or kills her first.
The raven haired woman continues to bandage her, and it’s then that the ginger haired woman remembers that she has no idea who this is. A kind stranger, spotting her as she gets out of danger from the Titans and now bandaging her, the least she can do is offer her hospitality, especially since she was unfamiliar with this place.
“I’ll be alright. It’s what I signed up for. After all, their sacrifices were made to help humaity take back the land. Even if it’s going to take awhile before that ever happens. I’m Petra, by the way."
