This is simply my character's thoughts after this happened.

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I sobbed in my room all day. I hadn’t done any work, I told Feron I’d be taking a month off. I felt my anger towards him build up inside me. My tears slowly trickled from my eyes until I could taste the dewdrops and feel them drop from my chin to the ivory desk. I balled up my fist, but I soon released. It’s not like I have any chance at him…
I laid my head on the desk and sobbed.

I looked all over Vin’s bakery for Zero. A few moments earlier, I followed Zero and when he noticed me, I ran. I had no other place to run to, so I dashed to Vin’s. But… Zero threw his Parrying Blade at me, and it slit my throat. I fell and the Blade stayed there, stabbing the wood. I felt a little nauseous. When Vin reached us, I fell asleep.
When I came to, Vin was tending to my wound. I asked him, “Where’s Zero?” over and over again, but he hadn’t answered, so I had to find out for myself. I ran out to the halls and tried to find Zero. But then I reached the incinerator chute. Blood stained the metal and a few bits of flesh clung to it. It hummed and hummed, so I took a look inside. I pull my head back out and began dying a little inside. I felt tears that had to be pumped out of my eyes, so I just let myself. I cried. I cried and cried. I felt my numb body kneel and I covered my face. Why… Why did this have to happen?!
Zero...he didn’t deserve to die… It wasn’t himself when I found out on the news, that he killed communities. I didn’t believe. As much as those he killed didn’t deserve, Zero…he…

At that moment, I let out all my cries. I want to die.

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Note: This happens when I am bored, while reading one of my fave writer's fanfics. Spin-offs happen.