Psykgi watched the tower burn. Her mind felt locked in shock, gummy with disaster and despair and probaby a few nasty little knocks that the tower's AI had given her on the way there. Currently, she was in no immediate and pressing danger, so she could watch and sit there and let her aching legs curl beneath her and gaze into the blaze as long as she wanted. If want had anything to do with it. It had many of the elements of a daymare - hopeless danger, violence, a sense of things falling apart... but none of the relief of waking, or the soothing of sopor slime. Dimly, she was aware of the destruction the dying tower was wreaking on her city, but the all-consuming pillar of flame dominated her thoughts as her shoulders began to shake with mild sobs.
All that work. All of that effort and teamwork and hope.
Gone.
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