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Cirno.

When they patch in the Strongest, they will give her the Strongest melee weapon.

The silence that followed was terrifying. Of course, I had nothing to say that would help the situation, so I mentally prepared myself for the impending volley of insults. When none came, I risked a glance at her face, which was full more of pain then anger. The tears running down her cheek left me feeling more despicible than any curses she could muster. Without a word, she slowly staggered away, covering her face with trembling hands. I was left alone, then my legs became weak and I fell to the ground. In shame and anger, I beat my fists to the floor until I no longer felt the impact. Though I found myself in my own bed the next morning, I was too overcome with self loathing to remember when or how I made it home.

The next day presented an overcast sky and rain showers, which was representative of my mood. I tried to think as little as possible knowing there was nothing I could do to redeem myself. I layed pitifully on the floor throughout the day, eating only out of necessity. When I heard a knock on the door in the afternoon, I wondered what idiot would be walking around in this storm. I did not expect it to be little Mystia, and I quickly pulled her inside to get out of the pouring rain.

The true hero.