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The fake Goddess looked down at her hands as she shook. The storm was pouring so hard she swore the house was shaking with every thunder that stroke down from that dark sky. The champion duelist hadn't come from her shift yet. She was alone, It was raining. 'The water levels are raising, aren't them?! I need to get them out! Everyone's gonna die...' she rocked back and forth as tears streamed down her face and her mind screamed at her to do something. ANYTHING.
The flood was happening. She failed, she failed everyone. 'Mirror-me... i'm so sorry, i'am so sorry everyone, its all my fault. All my fault...' She thought as she buried her face on her hands and her shoulders shook along with her sobs. 'I would like to charge you as a fraud who has never been the archon in the first place!' The words echoed and she lifted her face to clamp both hands over her ears.
Said fraud scrambled to hide underneath the chair that was infront of her desk inside her room that was painted with waves of blue. Waves of blue didn't nothing to soothe her fear, but someone fidgeting with keys to enter her room made her try to recompose herself, which, only resulted in her sobbing louder and falling to the floor. Archons, she was so pathetic.
She looked up, shaking, to see Clorinde standing there with an unreadable, but soft, expression on her face, she tried to get away from the champion duelist, 'they hate you!', the voices said. But Clorinde only crouched down infront of her and didn't even try to touch her. "Furina, your name is Furina, not Focalors, not the Hydro archon." The woman started to talk in her usual, composed voice. "You saved everyone in Fontaine, the prophecy is over. You did it, and we are so proud of you. And no, the water levels aren't rising."
Furina could feel her blurry vision become more clear as she came out of that haze. She felt so embarrased, what an overreaction! Right? Its been weeks! She should be over it already... Yet she didn't move away when the duelist brought her on her arms, letting the woman sob and cry as much as she needed and deserved after all those centuries.
"I-.. I'm so-rry, Clorinde, I shouldn't have overreacted so much.." She started apologizing as she came back to her senses, her eyes watering with tears again as Clorinde simply spoke. "You've suffered for hundreds of years, you're not overreacting. And I'm the one who should be apologizing for ever doubting your intentions." A part of the white-haired girl felt victorious at having someone admit that everything in that trial was horrible...oh the betrayal she felt. But another part of her..was just..grateful that they stayed. "Thank you for.. staying with me. It means a lot." She replied with a shaky breath, slumping against the former bodyguard, her erratic breathing calmed as exhaustion took over.