<span style="font-style: italic">Why am I so weak? I'm helpless. Useless. Worthless... I can't do anything right. Do any of them really like me? Am I just there? Why do I exist? Why does everything have to go wrong? Why can't I do anything about it...? Is there really nothing I can do? Is it hopeless to try?</span><br/><br/>Sigrun had regained consciousness almost an hour prior to the events unfolding now. Though, she preferred not to open her eyes, as both as jest to Ahmaht and so that she could get a free lift. The wound was somewhat sore, although it wasn't even a fraction of the pain she had to endure when the sword was lodged in her chest. During the journey, multiple thoughts came to her mind, though she was unsure of whether they were her own, or someone else's. Thoughts that seemed to resurface. They were never forgotten, just repressed.<br/><br/>It seemed the situation mirrored that of one that occurred at long ago. A time she felt helpless. Yes, maybe he did protect her this time, but they still lost something. Something the world needs. She couldn't save it, she couldn't do anything about it. She never had the strength to stop it.<br/><br/>The purple haired knight decided that it would be best to wake up about now. She considered the strain her weight might be putting on Ahmaht, and she couldn't carry out her insane plots if she were to continue this unconscious facade. There were ducks that needed to be placed upon sorcerer's heads. With that, she proceeded to slide herself forward, pushing on Ahmaht without warning to break free from his grasp. She descended with the grace of a rock, her head landing with a thud on the foreigner's foot, her back plopping on the ground. She rolled over, pressing her arms against the ground to recover and stand once again. She dusted herself off, remembering some of the conversation that transpired before her sudden awakening.<br/><br/>"I fell on a man's foot head first once," she said in a monotone voice.<br/><br/>Her response wasn't to poke fun at her companion's banter, to her that was a very intriguing and detailed story that happened 5 seconds ago. She payed no heed that her friends might be concerned about her condition, and immediately opened up with a response only Sigrun would come up with. Speaking of which, how did the wound heal? Maybe Zel was that good at healing, or maybe Ahmaht explained to him the theory of duck magicality. Then again, where could they get an aquatic fowl in the middle of nowhere? Of course, Zel used his powers to tap into the magical strength of the ducks so he could pull one from the fabric of space and time! It's so glaringly obvious now.