For the last few loops, I had gone into battle without hesitation, even when I knew that I was walking to my death, but now I hesitated in front of my tent, because I was afraid.
This fear came from knowing that whatever was coming, my friends would perish in front of me. I know they were dying in every loop, but knowing and seeing was something else.
I did not know what it would do to me to see them die over and over again, but I told myself that I needed to gain more tangible information, and perhaps if more people survived long enough, they would be able to see details that I had missed.
There were Adepts here that had fallen into the trap of Orath and Rel, and if they could live longer than they did, who knows what hidden changes might happen, and I may not have to carry this burden alone.
