( all things considered, it's a pretty beautiful evening. clear and warm, with just enough of a breeze that it's refreshing. sheena sits on a bench in the plaza, looks down at her hands, and feels cold. it's just apprehension, she thinks — get over it, sheena! — but she hadn't gotten far at all from the palace before needing to sit, her whole body feeling heavy with new knowledge and a new task. of course, she hadn't hesitated before agreeing; hadn't blinked or lowered her chin. maybe that's why it's hitting her now.

there's another world, with another chosen, and she's going to go there and kill them, because she agreed to, just a few minutes ago. she doesn't regret that. she doesn't. but… it's not wrong to need to sit down and process it, right? it's a lot to take in. what will this world be like? what will this chosen be like…? no — right there, she can't even let that thought take root. she knows better.

she takes in a deep breath and lets it out in a sigh, her chest and shoulders rising and falling in the movement. pull it together, sheena! )