<span style="font-style: italic">The best...? I would be more inclined to consider myself lucky than considerably skilled,</span>Adeline reflected, enforcing her modesty even within the confines of her mind.<span style="font-style: italic">Hatsu did most of the fighting in that battle, had he not been there, I would've been overwhelmed.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">What are you sssssaying!?</span>cried the lizard.<span style="font-style: italic">You think my powersss are weak!?</span><br/><br/>The wounded woman managed to form a small grin upon hearing those words from her companion. Never had she anticipated the outcome of this excursion; what started as a training session ended up in a bloody massacre. She didn't need sight to realize the macabre feeling hanging in the atmosphere, begrudgingly accepting the fact that the rest of their passel's remains lie scattered in the stark white landscape... and knowing that the four that are present are the only ones conformed to have their hearts beating. Never had she felt so isolated, but at the same time, never ere felt such a greater sense of camaraderie.<br/><br/>The warmth of the fire finally began to reach her, as if her mental appreciation from earlier had reached Hatsu. She brought herself closer upon hearing Death's command, the stinging sensation in her shoulder fading in as the blaze melted the earlier numbness. The heat reminded her of the fact that the only attire this apocalypse left her with was a sleeveless dress, and how much she regretted having it in this situation. Adeline's cane was lowered to her side as her head tilted downward, even her neck lacking the strength to support itself.<br/><br/>"Hatsu's right," the meek maiden spoke up in response to the raven-haired boy's words. "If there is a chance, no matter how small it may be, it'll never be achieved if we don't make an effort. There's little for me to look back on; all I wish is to build a future for myself and others to strive, so we can all live the lives we wished weren't taken from us... to live on for those that didn't make it this far."<br/><br/>Adeline stopped herself before she rambled on too long, deciding instead to focus herself on a more important matter-the numerous lacerations dotting her being. The adrenaline from the earlier battle had subsided, and the pain was loudly declaring its presence with surges of discomfort. She took a deep, raspy breath as she attempted to concentrate with the environment and her own body attempting to distract her. The atmosphere around the area changed, as it started to become saturated with a strange aura. The air around the area became filled with a healing agent that accelerated her body's rate of self-repair to abnormally high levels. It wasn't an instant solution, but it certainly cuts the time of recovery down immensely, at least until her wounds were managable.