Aruna
Aruna's arm began to glow. With no time to set traps and no way out, if he was going to fight again, this was her best option. Besides, she wasn't afraid of the light anymore. At the very least, not her light. For a brief moment, they shared a tense glare, his darkness ready to meet her light.
But then it went away.
"I would hope so," Aruna said, blowing her bangs. "Whether good or bad, we decide and that makes it worth moving forward. That means we are people. If a "person" can make a choice, then we are people. That is what my culture has taught me. But you taught me that choices are our own, the paths we forge out of our own hands.... or in your case others. So if all that is nonsense, then I am back at square one."