[Gripping the pole of her staff until her knuckles turning white. The image of her brother's blank expression is still burned into her mind, and every time she thinks of it, her chest tightens and she finds it harder to breathe.

The further this conversation goes, the more pain she feels. After all, the hope she had for her kind brother to become the ruler who will save everyone is slowly crumbling.]

I am worthless anyway. Nothing of value would be lost if I died.

But their lives . . . all of their lives shine so brightly. It is worth trying to protect them with this meaningless life I have.