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blccdiedhands asked: ❝  wait,  stop you’re bleeding.  ❞ (marie)

This was WAR. Though, not for the first time in Jeanne d'Arc's many lives. Part of her always feared things would end up going the same way as the FIRST -- BEING BURNED ALIVE BY THE PEOPLE SHE'D FOUGHT SO HARD TO PROTECT... In many ways, she was so sure she'd ACCEPTED her fate. Accepted that she'd die as many times as she needed. Be burned as many times as it took. To keep France safe. So why... Why was SHE the one BURNING IT TO THE GROUND...? She didn't have TIME to rest, to think, to stop, to cry-- "What?" Words snapped her out of a sad reverie and her gaze turned to Marie then down to her armor... Sure enough... Blood seeped between plate mail, one of their blades must have slipped through the plate, right between her ribs. Now that Marie pointed it out... IT HURT... "Oh... You're right... It's okay..." Blood was blood. Better it spill from her than anyone else. "You don't have to worry so much, Marie. We can't afford to stop. Seig needs another Saint. And we NEED to stop Jea--... We need to win this war. For Orleans, France, and... The entire history of mankind..." Heart stopped, something TWISTED UP in her rib cage and gut. How did they end up like this? "Besides, it's better this way. I'm a knight. A Knight of Orleans." She was never truly a knight. That's why they killed her. "It's my job to bleed. And it's your job to live..."