<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bf/A00f33236571fb613800b7cb29b4c6a0.jpg)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Jia Seikasa</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://docs.google.com/document/d/1jdqAleIzRgsLPq3rvQzSSQmafJqpVgV2nWo9Rp0dyrU/edit<br/><br/>Active Spell: <br/>False life +16 HP<br/>Mage Armor: +4 AC<br/>Mirror Image: 6 Images<br/></div></div><br/>For a little while after the battle, Jia found an out of the way corner for a good, long, quite cry.  She did it close to where Piro was talking to the prisoner.  Some of his words strengthened her.  Others sent fresh aches into her heart.<br/><br/>Despite all the horrors Jia had come across in her travels—and more than once offered her own blood and sweat to end, it had always seemed to the silver haired girl that on some level the universe was working the way it was supposed too.  On some level, even still that conviction was holding.  The universe was made so that good people<em>couldn't</em>be lax of mediocre.  Compassion and basic decency forced people to do great things.<br/><br/>Apparently what was true for mortals applied to angels as well.  Squeezing her eyes shut, Jia rose and crossed to Piro.  “I want to say we should just try and get out of here with our own life and sanity intact, but I don't think we can.  If there are innocents suffering through this, I want to do what I can for them.  We'll need to be strong to do it.  Politically as well as in our own might.  I'll look and see what can be of use to us.”<br/><br/>She began scanning every weapon, tool and piece of jewelry she could find for magical auras, focusing on the fallen devils and little stashes of wealth.  She checked over the auras of the Ilaster with macabre fascination, but left it in place.