‘If only I[1] had been just a little stronger…’0

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‘What if I had been just a little more useful? What if I had been smart and decisive like Paint, steady and well-versed in magic like Palette, strong and cool like Pastel?’0

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‘If only… if only I had just a little more courage.’0

It was a thought that would circle endlessly in my head every night as I fell asleep and whenever I woke up from a nightmare. Even now, whenever I close my eyes, the scene from that day would brush past my mind. 0

I remembered trembling like an aspen tree before a demon that looked so overwhelmingly powerful, and I remembered Lady Peneloti throwing herself toward it. 0

I often shouted "revolution," yet that day, I couldn't do anything. I could barely even stand, and I remembered wanting to run away at any moment. Even though I knew that if Peneloti were to go there, we'd lose her, I still couldn’t do anything. 0

I even faintly remember wishing that she would go there. I thought that if it were Peneloti, she'd show us some kind of miracle. I thought she'd somehow stop the enormous thing right...0