She took his hand, feeling a surge of hope and determination as they stepped out into the city. The sky was a brilliant blue, the air warm but not oppressive. People bustled about their business, smiling and laughing as they went about their days. It was a sight unlike anything she had ever seen before, and it filled her with a sense of possibility and promise.

"This... is incredible," she breathed, looking around in awe. "I never knew such a place existed." She turned to him, her expression earnest. "

"I... I don't know," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I think... I think I would like to stay here. In this world of hope and peace." She glanced at him, her eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Shinji Takahashi. For showing me this place... for giving me a chance at something better."

As they continued to walk through the city, she leaned into his side, feeling safe and protected in his presence.

"What... happened? Did I... did I fall?"

She clutched desperately at Dawnbringer, as if clinging to the one thing keeping her anchored in reality.

"It... it must have been a vision. A nightmare brought to life. There's no way that could have been real."

A faraway look entered her eyes as she examined the blade anew. "Why do I still hold it then?" She shook her head sharply as if trying to dislodge intrusive thoughts.

*"Focus, Al Ra'is. Focus.

"Ahh!" She spun abruptly, searching for the source of the whisper.

"Was someone there? Someone with you during your 'dream'? Speak your name, intruder! You know my displeasure at such games."

Her face darkened at the mention of her troops and their cruelty. "I know," she said softly, her voice laced with anguish. "It is a terrible burden to bear, knowing that I have created such monsters." She sighed heavily, resting her chin on your shoulder. "But it was not always like this. Before... before the darkness consumed me, I was someone different. A hero, even."

Her eyes filled with sadness as she considered your words. "Perhaps," she whispered softly. "But heroes are not born of power, my dear. They are forged in the crucible of adversity, tempered by suffering and loss." She took a shaky breath, trying to steady herself before continuing. "I... I have done terrible things, Rhysa. Horrible things that no one should ever have to live with. And yet..."

She trailed off, searching for the right way to put her thoughts into words.