Understanding

The night was enveloped in a somber stillness, with stars twinkling overhead, casting their faint glow upon the city. A girl of average height, though possessing an undeniable beauty, sat on a bench, her legs pulled tightly to her chest, her face buried in her knees as tears streamed down her cheeks.

"I'm not a monster... I'm not..." she whispered through her sobs, her voice breaking. "It's all their fault." She lifted her head, startled by the possibility that someone might have heard her.

Across the street, illuminated by the cone of light from a nearby streetlamp, sat a shadow, no larger than a head. The light flickered, and suddenly the shadow appeared right in front of her.

"They're the crazy ones," a voice spoke. Her eyes widened in recognition. "Ice-Cream?"

As he settled on her lap, she couldn't help but notice that something was off. His once vibrant fur now appeared faded, and his eyes were completely white with a small black dot in each one. His eyes, widened to their maximum, held a look of madness.

"You're the only sane one," he continued, his voice carrying a strange intensity.

Her emotions shifted, from despair to anger, as his words resonated within her.

"The monster took your life, condemning you to an eternity of darkness, while those who should have understood shunned and used you."

The despair in her heart retreated, replaced by an overwhelming sense of rage.

"And your brother's sacrifices were in vain."

Those words shattered the last remnants of her composure, unleashing a surge of pure fury.

"What do I have to do?" she demanded, her voice laced with determination.

Ice-Cream gave her a chilling smile that could make armies tremble.

"You have to become stronger... stronger than everyone else."

Contrary to her emotions, she found herself absentmindedly petting the cat.

"I understand."

- Light Blue Team's Point of View -

The silence hung heavily in the air, the sound of crying gradually fading into quiet sobs. It felt as if their absence weighed just as much as their presence.

"Now what?" Yellow looked at Light Blue, who stared at his palms before speaking, "Despite her questionable methods, Purple did raise a valid point. Our priority should be to survive another day."

A brief moment of silence followed his statement. "But how?" Blue asked, but before Light Blue could respond, Yellow interjected, "How? The answer walked out the door 30 seconds ago!"

Light Blue shot him a weary glance. "Alright, how about this? We'll search for a library. They probably have books on magic, and we can gather information from there."

The room nodded in agreement, collectively accepting the proposed plan of action, and swiftly departed. Within mere minutes, the crying woman found herself engaged in a brief conversation, tossed around like a ragdoll, and subjected to a minor intrusion into her home.