Acre
"Sierra..." Acre began. "I get it, most of us get it. Unfortunately, we have a loaded shotgun pointed at each of our faces. We are definitely in a bit of a spot. You're feeling the pressure, it makes sense. I'd love to take it off your shoulders but I can't. I know you can't just forget and turn your back to everything. That doesn't work for everyone. You have morals, you know what needs to be done. If you walk away. We will keep on going. But who is going to walk away next? I don't give a damn about who the strongest person here might be. But you have one hell of a lot of willpower. Right now you are at a breaking point. You need sleep, you need a confirmation that we've done good. Well to be frank, it's not going to happen this fast." He glanced at the headmistress. "Three days, Sierra. And only barely. You can't have reached your breaking point yet." He glanced up at the ceiling. "You're looking into the pit. If you give up now, you just took the last step in. Stay with us for awhile longer. I swear on my honor, that I will accept the blame for anything bad that happens to you. If you feel ready to lose it, take it out on me. You can't be bottled up for any longer."