As the echoes of her explosion rang in the vicinity, Ellie—her smile fading, giving way to tiredness—collapsed to the ground.
Cheshire moved in the nick of time and caught her descending body in her arms.
"Thanks."
Ellie responded with a yawn while Cheshire laid her down like a delicate child.
"Your sleeping disease..." Cheshire began, resting Ellie's back against the truck.
"...You have to cure it."
"I would have if I could."
Ellie sighed, struggling to keep her eyes open.
She had a rare condition that put her body to sleep if she used too much of her aura.
She tried to refrain from using it, but in the Battle Royale, it was impossible.
Cheshire was mentally fragile, but Ellie was physically so. She claimed to want to look after Cheshire, but she was the one who actually needed to be looked after.
She hated herself for this.
"You know, I was surprised the first time you told me this."
