Bram POV!

The table won't get the sword out..

Aya smiled, eyes teared up with a bittersweet delight. "Don'tcha know? Nothing is impossible for a warrior of justice. We beat the bad guys, and save the world, no matter what happens." She stepped backward slowly until she was right at the ledge. "We have something, don't we? Something heavier than the desk." She smiled, baring her pearly teeth. Her hair fluttered in the gentle breeze.

"See you later!" She was going to jump. Aya, this poor child was going to have to withstand the consequences of humanity's failures.