The Three Steps

Sheila's hands trembled, unseen by anyone in the area, as she feared what it meant for a Nova to have come in front of her directly. She took a step back in terror as she thought of running away.

If she ran away now, the Nova would have no idea who she was or where she had gone. That way, she could remain safe.

As she thought of that, she looked at the faces of the people around her. These were people she had gathered here herself. She had told them a mix of truth and lies to bring them all to her cause.

If she ran now, these people would most definitely die at the hand of the Nova.

At that moment, she remembered the face of a black-haired man with an annoying smile. The man that she both hated and respected, the words he had spoken on that fateful day resonated in her mind.

'If you did something wrong, then you might as well take responsibility for it. Even if it feels like a bad choice, it is the correct one.'