General Painite was having a rough few days. She went into a fight with someone she loved, but had lost to the White Moon, and ended up getting smashed in the head pretty good. Then that damned knight, the one whose family she was systematically destroying, showed up and somehow managed to power up in their fight. Painite ended up facing a Royal Knight and got her but handed to her, and the X that had been carved into her chest was a reminder of that battle that she would not soon forget.

She would have her revenge, somehow.

For now, though, she needed to take some time to recover and rest a bit. Clear her mind from the weakness that gripped her when she was trying to fight Natron. Lyonnesse. Whatever he called himself now. Sitting on a rooftop, looking out over the city, Painite took a slow breath and put her hand gently to her head, where he had struck her. Where she had let him hit her, knock her out.

It was pathetic.

She was pathetic.

Painite needed to remind herself that she was a badass. More than that, she needed to remember that the rest of the Negaverse was still there. Though she did not act as a team player much any more, she did rely on the strength of those around her to keep the Negaverse going, climbing up its path to complete dominance. Traitors and those that had the audacity to abandon ship could be forgotten. They weren't needed. She just had to focus on the good. Those who sought to fulfill their potential, rather than giving in to their cowardice and fleeing the power that they were given.