The expression on Cora’s face was disturbingly feral and devoid of any semblance of rational thought. Luna really didn’t want to do this but she didn’t see much of a choice. Someone had to do something. Someone had to stop the demon before it was too late and there was no one else around to do it. Nowhere to go to for help.
But she wasn’t much of a fighter. But someone had to do it. Why did that someone have to be Luna? That seemed rather profoundly unfair. She should never have left. Never ended up here standing before a berserk demon possessed by some sort of eldritch horror. But she had and she was here. And maybe for some reason she couldn’t fathom she was supposed to be here right now in this moment.
“Are you waiting for an invitation?” Cora asked. “Or did you come to your senses
