Cecil realized their intentions for the other woman at the same moment the victim herself did. The white knight saw her own mortified revelation reflected in her green eyes a moment before it was replaced with furious resolve. When she looked at her and demanded the impossible from her, Cecil recognized the strength and dominance in that tone. This wasn't the desperate plea of a madwoman— no, this was the command of one who had once been accustomed to being obeyed, possibly recently. Cecil couldn't say for sure, but she got the distinct impression that the other woman had either been in the Tower for a very, very long time or she was a soldier of some sort— someone like Cecil. A knight? Everything about her attitude said firmly that she knew exactly what she was demanding of Cecil.

"I... I can't!" The paladin attacked again, but the other woman was not saved by this assault either. Cecil began to feel her gut churn and horror gripped her. Kill an innocent woman? No, no... Do not ask this of me.

Cecil wanted to beg her, but she couldn't bring herself to. She began to understand that the other woman was right. Wasn't that her sword there as proof of it? The weapon was no mere trifle; that was a knight's sword. She was a warrior and she deserved an honorable death.

But it didn't feel like anything about this was honorable. That didn't change for Cecil when she threw herself forward to dispatch of the ghosts currently holding the other woman knight and she thrust her sword into her gut. The paladin met her eyes and felt her jaw tremble.