Nijina

Nijina was the last one standing. When the battle turned against their company on the high plateaus, others spoke of tactical retreats, of grand escapes like the one fabled of Yuji. Nijina simply tightened their grip. They had sworn an oath to the shimmering monoliths and the ground beneath them, and their spirit knew no way to un-swear it. They fought until their armor was cracked and their comrades were silenced. In the quiet aftermath, as the sun set in hues of fire and violet, they found a single, impossible sprout pushing up from the crystal-strewn earth. They potted it in their own helmet. That plant, a stubborn speck of life, replaced the entire company they lost. It is a heavier burden, and a much quieter one.