Too much

ㅤ Flynn's insides went cold. His confusion was evident on his face: he knew he was wrong. That something was wrong with the orders he'd been given. But duty also obliged him to stop Yuri, to bring him to justice. And if necessary, he would surrender his weapons and armor himself. For a knight, duty comes first. He had to fulfill… Flynn's heart seemed to turn to stone as he drew his sword from its sheath. He pointed it at Yuri. Even though his soul was straining to escape his body, wailing and thrashing, Flynn's hand resisted the inner tremor. "Flynn…" Yuri felt no better. His sadness, pain, and disappointment were visible on his face. Flynn's response was a disaster for him. After all, Yuri hadn't really meant to raise his sword against him. He'd tried to reason with him, to show him that he'd taken a wrong turn somewhere. That not everything was right… "If that's your decision…" With a heavy heart, Yuri drew his sword. He had no choice: with this attitude, Flynn wouldn't let him go without a fight. Flynn, pale, didn't attack for a long time. He wasn't sobered by the commotion behind him either… the enemy and Sodia's cries, held back by Yuri's friends. It seemed he could simply walk on by. But as soon as Yuri moved, Flynn unfroze and attacked! Dodging was easy: Flynn's movements were constrained. However, the fever of battle soon overtook him, allowing his body to move more naturally: his body knew what to do, even when his brain was paralyzed by his heart. Flynn barely thought as he fought. Uncontrollably. As if for the last time. Fear overwhelmed him, making his blows weaker, but also more unpredictable. Yuri's agility was enough to evade them, though he still sustained a few glancing wounds. Yuri saw how difficult it was for his friend. He saw his fear and confusion. And there was nothing he could do… if he stopped, Flynn would have cut him down in this state, unable to stop the swing in time. Just as Yuri couldn't, when Flynn weakened his defenses, allowing panic to slow him down and open him up. Yuri himself didn’t expect that such a simple stabbing blow would hit. The opponents froze in disbelief. Realization didn't come immediately. Neither did the pain in body, which was leaving the adrenaline along with the blood. Yuri involuntarily took a step back, horrified by the realization of what he'd done. Making things worse… Blood gushed from the open wound in Flynn's stomach. Flynn staggered, falling on one knee, instinctively clutching at the wound. "Flynn!!!" Estelle screamed frantically, casting a healing spell as she ran, rushing toward her friend. Yuri stood silently, watching Estelle scream and cry, but hearing her as if from underwater. Flynn couldn't raise his head, so Yuri couldn't see his face. He could only assume their feelings were similar: they both didn't know what to do or how it had come to this. And only Estelle seemed like an unclouded spot in this chaos. He didn't have time to make a decision: he simply walked past, speechless. He couldn't take Estelle; otherwise, Flynn would die. He couldn't wait for her; otherwise, they would catch him. All he could do was disappear and no longer sully pure Estelle with his existence. Repede, Karol, Patty, and Judith boarded the ship with Yuri. Rita chose to stay with Estelle, and Raven had no choice but to glare at Yuri from the shore. Still overcome with anxiety and fear, Carol asked uncertainly, watching Nordopolica depart: "What should we do now?" "…I don't know," Yuri answered honestly, also watching Nordopolica. "For now, we'll just sail…" ㅤ