Zellira's sword stopped, a hairs breadth from Mekoa's chest. Zellira's face twisted as she threw the sword onto the ground. "I can't do it, damn it! I can't." she yelled as she fell to her knees. "These people.." she said, gesturing to the bodies around her, "These people were meaningless to me but I can't kill you. Why can't I kill you?". Zellira's hands clenched into fists. She didn't reach for her sword. After one long moment she stood, picking up her sword and turning away. "I tried to kill you, and I failed. They needn't know it was my own weakness...I'm sorry" she said, before walking away towards the rising sun.