Beatrix had finally destroyed the sword, and at the same time, Impress's mind was shattered. Tears were flowing out of her eyes, and her mouth was wide open, but no sounds were coming out.
Impress was seen rolling about on the floor, wailing like a child, and yet no sound was coming out.
The thing was, even though the sword had been destroyed before, it had completely healed Impress; her body was still fine, but now she knew, and it was the same as Beatrix, that this was all it would take.
Beatrix moved over to Impress, standing over her. With one hand, she gripped her by the shirt as she pulled her up.
"Why…why did you do all this? Ricar didn't have to die. He didn't have to die! Why did you have to go so far just for a position!" Beatrix shouted and pulled her.
But Impress was still just looking at the broken sword, not saying a word. She wasn't even sure if she could.
