"The only thing we could do is burn them. We don't have the time to give proper burial to all these people, and even if we did, these bodies have been, surely desecrated." Meredith looked around, the place was a nightmare. Whoever these people were, they didn't deserve this fate. No one did. The most they could do for them is release them with the heat of flame. Anything was better than this. Even if their families lived elsewhere in another village, even if they sent the bodies, no one would ever recognize them in this state. Fire was the only burial for them now. Besides, burning that body, the starts of Ignexus's vessel, seemed the smartest plan of action.
"So, Firecracker, when we are done here, use that fire of yours to put these people to rest. Do it for me at least. I would like to converse later about unit matters as well. Can't just sign in a new recruit out of nowhere Samwell will have my head." She tried to laugh, but it was clearly fake. It'd have hung in the air, but it was already too full of the scent of the dead. She took a deep breathe, probably a terrible idea seeing as the stench just caused her to lurch. Once again, the one who never cracked did. Meredith was really starting to wonder if she was as tough as she thought, or... if she was just putting up a facade this whole time. But, this was nearly to much for her to handle. Whatever this madness was... it had taken the lives of an entire village, and most of that Dragao soldier's unit. She realized suddenly... that man just lived exactly what she had. His entire unit gone in an instant. And, at the hands of people of Dragao. This time at least, the people didn't do it of their own violation. However, this time he had fallen... and might take his failure as the reason his men were now dead.
"I don't really care what you do with that... crystal. But, I'd rather not have to look at it for another second."
Meredith turned and walked out of the church. She wasn't going to stay in there anymore, she just couldn't. She went over to find that soldier they had saved. She grabbed his hand in his unconsciousness and squeezed tightly. She didn't really care if anybody saw her. Tears ran down her face, openly, she couldn't hide it if she wanted to. "You've been inflicted with the same curse as I... But, you have to pull through. You lived for a reason. This world is not done with you yet. Just like it isn't done with me. I don't know who you are... but you have to. I have to at least saved someone from this...nightmare. At least one. At least one."
Because what good am I if I can't save at least one person?