Ceroba kneels on the ground, with her mask broken into pieces, she picks them up and holds them close to her, she doesn't even stare at Clover, the one pointing the gun at her, she just grits her teeth in anger, sadness, defeat "I don't think I can bear this weight anymore...you won the fight....do what needs to be done" clover shifts the fin of the pistol up, ready to pull the trigger her soul exposed from her body, one shot could kill her