Lys: Futility

She dropped an apple into the basket. "Then why do we pick apples at all? Why do we do anything today, if you mean to simply give up?" She dusted off her hands in a faintly angry manner. "I, for one, would go meet the enemy now, if that is the way of it."

She turned on her heel and walked away, not really knowing why. But she would not waste time on something that apparently had no point. Better to find something worth doing, or saddle Concordia and set off back the way they first came. For their sake, she would not flee the valley, but neither would she idle away her last hours.