Die.

Someone with great power? maybe, though not a hero in any way at least. She shook her head lightly to either side in response though, "Sadly my summoning in this form was a fluke of the grail, this ‘me’ shouldn't be a servant, and neither 'me' is a hero with great power of any kind." After all someone who's fated to be a monster that's hunted by heroes can't be a hero them self in history.

Even though this is the Medusa who hadn’t yet turned into the monster that was Gorgon, the memories of what her future self becomes and ultimately does are fresh in her mind due to the throne of heroes. Due to this Medusa is hesitant to see her sisters in Chaldea, she uses the excuse of not wanting to be teased by them as a reason to avoid them. While she knows they hold no ill will towards her for their fate, she’ll carry the guilt of it with her in every form she is summoned in new or old.

The small violet haired girl sat quietly, polishing her scythe  while she let her thoughts wonder. Letting memories of the past flow forward even if they’d make her sigh a bit. “ I wonder if...” she started to mumble.

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“....Did you need something?” She looked up her tone a bit annoyed. 

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