You can't save her. You can go back, you can go back a million times and she would never be saved. You can go back to when you first met, go back before even that, go back to when she became a person but she'd fall down again, cast down by herself.
You won't tell her she is doomed. That the path she walks is filled with the blood of everyone before her. You won't tell her of all the things you've said to the others that only brought them despair when they died. You won't push her away, beg her to stay, anything that would save her because it never worked before.
You are going to fight. You've always fought with everything you've had to survive. You are going to be scared. You've never known a moment without fear. You are going to wonder not only if she brought you down the same path but how many followed her here before.
