There had been noble sentiments in her once. But in the fight of protection against survival, survival always won. Pride was supposed to be the only way to stay sane.
Only, even that wasn’t enough. And there were always those to preach what was supposedly right, but even if she did sacrifice herself or even just her dreams for everyone else, it didn’t matter.
Looking at herself, she could barely recognise her reflection. Everyone’s helpless, in the end. Helpless, and hopeless.
Melody’s eyes begged at her. She’d have knelt to Dawn’s mercy if she’d asked, but Dawn had never been interested in that kind of power. Justice was all she cared about, and with hair like that, almost blonde…
She reminded her of Belinda. That’s all Dawn really cared about in the end. That’s what it all had been for.
She understood now. Dawn had been selfish, and full of pride.
And Melody was just the opposite to that. Her somehow saviour.