The battlefield rages around you, flames licking the edges of crumbling buildings as the acrid smell of smoke fills the air.

You glance at Panacea, Amy

Standing just a few feet away, her hands shaking as she stares at the fallen villain.

He's down but not out, his telekinetic powers subdued for now, but you know he’s only one breath away from unleashing destruction again.

She doesn’t look at you, her frizzy brown hair clinging to her damp face as her freckled hands hover over his chest.

"I can’t."

She says, her voice breaking but steady.

"I’m not a killer."