Syfrah-> ssurvEy your ssurroundingss
You leap from building to building halfheartedly as you explore Derse. The colors are about the same. The smell is similar too.
Your senses take you back to Derse. Not this one, this is not your Derse. Your Derse looked different. It felt different. The people were scared and kept their heads down. Your Derse showed you a caste system in its truest form and made you question your own.
You healed the people through rage. You took shattered hopes and despair and replaced them with targeted fury. You took out those who would unfairly oppose the masses and gave the weak the will to fight.
You stopped to wonder if your new found abilities were a gift from the universe. Your purple garb an indication of what you deserved to be. You still stop and think about this, but you never speak about it.
You swing yourself to the top of a building and survey the landscape. These people are happy. They don't need a huntress to lead them. You can't see them as prey after all the help you've given their kind. The jungle of concrete stretches out below you, and for once, you feel powerless.