The 8th Noble

A measure of anxiety fell upon the otherwise rather foolhardy girl as she leaned into the phantom hug. Valery was right, but it didn't make the guilt of Colette throwing herself and her problems upon her master any easier to deal with.
"I wish I could have stopped it, somehow." She finally admitted as she too began to look over at the silhouettes down below. "I kept thinking that if I had just pushed a little harder or kept an eye out I would have managed to get that extra little insight that could have allowed me the means to stop all of this from happening."
"Though, Master Dawn said that such thinking would drive me mad. Good intentions. Hell. That kind of thing."