Sora jolted awake another time, the memories of her lethal attack on the defenseless woman became more like a thing of the past. She brushed away the small locks of hair that blocked her sight as she finally caught a glimpse of the same room she had woken up from.
Taking the covers draped over her legs, she stepped down—her feet brushing against the aftermath of her attack when she tried to strike the lady with her blade. But these were the least of her thoughts as the memories of how she came about in such a place.
Her head ached as short memories of her battle with the Scourge emerged in her thoughts in the form of clicks and flashes. Sora was forced on one knee as the pain forbade her from moving further.
"Tch!"
Sora winced in pain, her eyes closed shut, her forehead creased and her teeth clenched—the look on her face showing an expression of the pain she felt as her fingers on her lobe as she battled with the growing pain.
