I dive off the edge of the ship and skim the tops of the buildings, searching for a way to help.

There seem to be some people running or walking around below, doing various things. They're all on your side, one way or another.

I come in for a landing and make a beeline for the nearest person who seems to be in charge.

You spot a soldier who looks fairly confident, having just given orders to a collection of units that had scraped themselves off the pavement. The new unit turns and hustles away.

"Hey." I stop beside them. "Is there anyone left to fight. What is there to do."

"Depends on what your skillset is!" He arches an eyebrow, giving you a quick smile. "If you're looking to fight, most worshipers have run away and the Baroness troops have just fallen to confused retreat under new orders. Any worshipers you find, dead or alive, bring them in. Tell any other troops that this battle is over."

I nod and take off, scanning the streets for worshippers.

You don't see any on the streets. They're probably all hiding, in buildings or wherever else they can.

Yeah, that sounds about right. I think it might be time, then, for me to head back to the Newall center and revisit those buildings from earlier.

You head back that way. Are you going back into the building you were in before?

Sure. After I've helped the soldiers clear out the remaining worshippers, I take off, looking for a nice, tall building to sit on the edge of and watch the city from above. t reminds me of home, in a way. Not home. Fiddler. That fucking place. And not even that--sneaking out into the forest. Finding the tallest tree I could, scaling it, leaning out into the open air with only one hand, hooked around the trunk, keeping me from tumbling to my doom. Daring gravity to bring me down anyway. I'm not gravity's bitch anymore. I don't watch the bustle for long. It gets boring. After a few minutes, I pull myself back and lie down, hands behind my head. The ocean breeze is nice, I guess. The sky, too. I don't know what the fuck is going on. I'm a goddamn mess, and I keep messing things up, and I have way too much shit to deal with in the morning, but I shove that down. For now, I have this. If I don't savor the brief moments of peace I do find, I'll never have any peace at all. I take a deep breath in, close my eyes, and then breathe it out.

Do you really want to be alone right now?

If I've been discovered, there's not much I can do about it! Hit me.

Oh, you haven't been discovered just yet. Finn's using his emotional radar to check on you, and he wants to know if you want alone time.

I'm not necessarily broadcasting a need to be alone. He can come over if he wants.

Then he's coming the fuck over.

Am I actually aware of this in character?

Nope. He's just going to come bowling over into you, most likely.

Sounds about right!