[She calls his name once more, voice hardened this time in both plea and slight warning, as she instinctively raises her invisible blade up in defense and plants her feet solidly against his unrestrained charge. But the grip around the broadsword is hardly as sure as it should be, her teeth are gritted tighter and she's already losing ground to just the overwhelming guilt and reminders the sight of him brings already]
[Once again... she's forced to watch someone dear to her succumb to insanity and their buried anger, harming both themselves and others, and she's unable to help them. Combat is all she knows, she can't cure them or bring any peace, only try to subdue them to keep damage to a minimum. And each blow whether given or taken is as equal punishment for her, who failed in her duty to begin with.
If she had been with him... she might have been able to stop this]