[She's shaking like a leaf.

Everything Linhardt says crashes against the last thing Bernadetta saw on that damned, open field, has been crashing and rolling around inside her for days and days, like a beast clawing at a sturdy door. She has done absolutely everything she could think of too keep busy, to ignore the memories and doubts and... the pain.

Edelgard runs to her instead of turning away, though, and the door splinters.

The tears burst to the surface, hot and helpless as she gasps for breath.]

You left. You left. I—

[The words choke her.]

I'm sorry...! I'm s-sorry, I wasn't... I wasn't good enough, and they—and they were going to take it and I—

[The words she wanted to scream, even as her vision dimmed and her breath slipped away and the flames became all that she could see.]

I t-tried. I tried. I-I'm sorry. Please... don't leave me...! I don't want to burn!