"NO!" she shouted loudly, catching Patience's unwanted attention. Despite becoming weaker and weaker, she pushed herself off the ground and rushed to Pride's wilting form. Her eyebrows tented downward as she stood over him--hovering like one of the clouds in the darkened sky. Her form was hesitant...oh, how she wished to kneel by his side and beg him not to go--but alas, her Oath held her back. Her hands trembled visibly, and Patience gave her a rather scrutinizing stare, "I was supposed to...! You were---you were supposed to be<span style="font-style: italic">mine</span>..." she whispered under her breath, her heart trembling at the sight of his broken body.<br/><br/>"I am unharmed," Patience started slowly, quirking an eyebrow at her strange behavior. Her head was sunk low to the ground--and although he couldn't see her gaze, he knew she was gazing at<span style="font-style: italic">Pride</span>, "Let us go and inform Him of Pride and Wrath's defea--"<br/><br/>"I...<span style="font-weight: bold">I</span>was...supposed to kill him," Humility interrupted, eyes darkening in anger. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen. Sure, she realized...'love' was never an option for them, but...she couldn't just ignore her feelings, dammit!, "--he...was supposed to be<span style="font-weight: bold">MINE!</span>" She was on him in an instant, sinking her last hidden blade into Patience's heart--his last image of  her, eyes wide with tears and panic over the murder she had just resolved to commit. With that, Patience slumped to the floor, a blade deep in his heart...left to slowly die.<br/><br/>Humility froze.<span style="font-style: italic">Oh Lord...what have I...what have I done...?</span>She stared in horror at her former companion's corpse and allowed a tear to slip past her eyes. "Hell hath no fury..." she murmured under her breath, closing her eyes to the sight and folding her hands together in a momentary prayer for her brethren. But it wasn't long before she turned again, hearing a pained sigh from her beloved's lips. In barely a second, Humility had dropped once more to her knees next to him. Her hand reached out, unsure and shaking--longing to touch his face, just once...<br/><br/>"...Why..." she mumbled, gazing down at him in sadness and anger, "...why did you do that...you were<span style="font-style: italic">my</span>opponent." Without thinking, she slumped forward--pressing her hand and forehead against his chest as she released a shaky sob.<br/><br/>"...you can't die..." she whispered, barely audible.