The Sennin remained fairly still, quiet and resolved in her internal struggle. She felt angered, sad and completely lost in the fact that she had just lost her Branch and a majority of her staff. Honestly, she wouldn't even notice anyone around her as the silence of smoldering flames gently soothed her mind into a state of dismay. The Djinn had left, yes, but that didn't mean that he was gone for good - his presence was still lingering like a horrid creature of the night, prowling for its next fix. And then a thought came into her head, what good was she?
She indeed had let her friends, comrades and patients died... She was the Sennin of a snub in the ground. Kinnaku couldn't utter a word, she couldn't say anything to anyone as she stood still looking over several corpses of young ones; little pups that were under her take but now were dead. What would she tell their parents? What would she say? That she failed and wasn't able to look after them? How weak can one be... The Sennin pushed back her fingers through her crimped hair and arched her head into the sky, building up an expression of sadness. However, she was in a fit of rage. Ignoring everyone, she would walk as if her legs had a mind of their own... taking her to the source of her sadness.
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She indeed had let her friends, comrades and patients died... She was the Sennin of a snub in the ground. Kinnaku couldn't utter a word, she couldn't say anything to anyone as she stood still looking over several corpses of young ones; little pups that were under her take but now were dead. What would she tell their parents? What would she say? That she failed and wasn't able to look after them? How weak can one be... The Sennin pushed back her fingers through her crimped hair and arched her head into the sky, building up an expression of sadness. However, she was in a fit of rage. Ignoring everyone, she would walk as if her legs had a mind of their own... taking her to the source of her sadness.
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