Lucy
It was almost enough to make her bawl like a newborn baby, oh how cruel the world had become. She stood up slowly, no thanks to arrogant saviour who was not one, not not now, perhaps in the future or in the past, but not now. It was an unfortunate affair, she brushed the dust away from her military style uniform, an almost cartoonish amount billowing out like a smoke a cloud, perhaps owing to her nature, that of a larger than life being.
Her eyes narrowed as she realized what was missing, her hat was gone, now her hair had nothing to carry up, her image was incomplete, perhaps this was fate.
"I see only buffoon here and that is the one who stands by idly when disaster strikes, content to comment on the woes from yet take no action of their own. That is how evil spreads it's wings. Know that you're courting the darkness with your inaction."