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Moira could do nothing but stare. She wanted to kneel down and hold him, as she had done countless times before. She wanted to comfort him, or at least comfort herself. But she found she just couldn't move. He looked... he looked like [i]she[/i] did that night. The woman in her dream, the one who changed everything. She could feel her own heartbeat pounding in her ears.

She couldn't take this anymore.

Moira didn't know how it was happening, but she could feel [i]something[/i] forming in her hand. She didn't look down. She continued to stare towards her son, although she wasn't really seeing him anymore. It wasn't her fault. She was just protecting him! That was all! She didn't mean to... she was just trying to save him! WHY WOULDN'T HE STOP DYING?!

Were they doomed to be trapped in this cycle forever? Him doomed to die in every way imaginable, some of them instant while others slow and agonising? Was she doomed to watch as the life ebbed away from him every single time?

No... no... no she couldn't take it anymore she couldn't take it anymore SHE COULDN'T-

"[i]Murderer![/i]"

She swung out, instinctively recognising the weight of the greatsword she now held. And with a scream, she cut down the owner of the voice - a woman who stood a little behind her.

She had no reason to care anymore. None at all. All she could feel was rage and dispair, all at once. After everything the world had put her through. Put her [i]son[/i] through. He was her world, the meaning of her existance. He was everything. She was going to destroy everything.

She set off with her sword dragging across the cobblestone floor, cutting everything indescriminately in her path.