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Sub-Zero MKA
The capsule was taken from Sarada with haste and without fuss as the others scrambled to discern a more permanent means of sealing the spirit of Banefire away. Meagan flitted away and reappeared moments later with a large metal box, which she placed the capsule in. While it was better than simply holding it in her hand or in a pocket, it did little in the way of ensuring the spirit couldn't escape. Even with Zaofan securing it by jamming his staff through the handle, it wasn't enough.
Then, Eva, haggard-looking and appearing to be at death's door after her run-in with Chris, shambled out, declaring that the spirit was weak to godly energy and creation energy. Of which their group had in the form of Asha'rah. But, Eva left the task to herself.
Sarada made no effort to try and stop her. Whether it was because she was unaware of what Asha'rah was that she felt she had to do it herself despite her injuries or out of vengeance, it didn't matter. So long as it was done and the spirit was neutralized, whoever did the deed was irrelevant.
Seeing that she was of no more use, Sarada let out a tired sigh and stalked away. Hopefully, no one would see her leave, as preoccupied as most everyone was. She already knew what was going to be coming her way soon enough.
It was no secret that she and Jack were close. For a while, before Ishtar came along, it seemed that they were a pair. Sarada certainly made no effort to hide her interest in him, or the jealousy she felt when other women tried to do the flirting with him. Never mind the fact that she was right both times! There would surely be an outpouring of condolences and supporting from the others directed toward her.
Most people would simply accept that support and use it to shoulder on. Not her. She had too much pride to be seen so much as grieving over the loss of another person. People died every day; this was an infallible fact of the universe. Jack was one of countless billions who died that very second. More to the point, why should she shed a tear over a warrior who died on the field of battle, a warrior's dream?
No. She would shed no tears of Jack.
It hurts so much.
She would not feel hurt or pain over his death. She would move forward with her head held high, shoulders square, with her eyes set on the future. The past was the past because she moved past it. Jack was in the past, and she felt no need to linger on what had already transpired.
"See ya 'round, Space Girl."
Her cheeks felt warm and wet again. It was hard to breath again.
No!! No one could see her like this!
Without a look back toward the others, the young Saiyan leaped off the Lookout and flew away, a trail of tears left in her wake.