'I screwed up again, it was all my fault I couldn't save us. I was just short of the ship but I couldn't do it. Dammit, has nothing changed? Did my efforts mean nothing in a doomed to let others around me down.' Kiara's mind whirs with worry and anxiety as she slowly stirs out of a hazy dreamlike state. The last moments of consciousness, her failure getting aboard the ship.
'I may be fast but can I outrun my own failures if they keep happening? I should've done more, I should have pushed harder DAMMIT!' Kiara screams out. Startling herself out of her sleep being greeted with an immediate smell of copper from the old dried blood covering her nose and face.
Her hazel eyes crack open covered in gunk from sleep. Slowly she starts to rouse trying to remember the events prior digging up only a whole lot of nothing. Slowly she rises from her slumped laying position as she becomes more aware of her environment feeling the cold metal of the umbras flooring against her cheek.
