Delia Yonce and her magical curl

Project of Killer Robot Damien Thorn

Delia sat in her room, staring at the dark screen of her communicator, where Jordan's image had just disappeared. Conflicting feelings raged inside her.

"Why didn't I visit him?" she repeated over and over in her head.

When she was leaving for Earth, all she thought about was visiting her beloved, dreaming of romantic evenings and plans for the future. But now, when reality hit her like a cold shower, her dreams seemed unattainable.

"I could have taken him with me," the thought suddenly occurred to her.

They could be together in this amazing but dangerous world. But what difference would it make? She knew that her abilities and the importance of her mission came first. Her fate was inextricably linked to the investigation of the Convention and the mystery of the "Sun Rainbow."

"This isn't just an adventure, this is a battle," she reminded herself. "If I don't figure this out, someone will get hurt.

Every moment she spent thinking about Jordan made her feel guilty. He deserved to be with her, but this wasn't just her fight. She knew there was more at stake than just her own happiness. If she didn't stop Makoto and the Convention, the world as she knew it could change forever.

"I can't let the fears of others dictate my fate," she said out loud, even though the room was empty.

Edwin suddenly walked into the room, interrupting her thoughts. He noticed that Delia looked confused.

"Are you okay?" he asked, coming closer.

She sighed, brushing away the tears that had managed to roll down her cheeks.

"Yeah, it's just... there's a lot on my mind. I'm thinking about Jordan," she admitted, not hiding her emotions.

"You made the right choice," Edwin replied, trying to support her. "He doesn't understand what's going on. This is hard on all of us, but you don't have to feel guilty. You're here to stop it.

"I know," Delia said, feeling the weight on her shoulders ease slightly. "But I'm sorry I couldn't tell him that I'm not here just for myself. I want to protect him and everyone else."

Edwin nodded, his expression growing more serious.

"Maybe one day, when this is all over, you can explain to him. But for now, we need to focus on what's ahead."

Delia looked at him and felt her confidence begin to return. She knew that everything she was doing was not just her own personal struggle, but a duty to everyone who loved her.

"Thank you, Edwin. You're right. I can't leave this unfinished," she said with determination.

A spark ignited inside her again, a spark that reminded her of why she had decided to become an actress and the power she possessed. Delia knew that her mission was more important, and now her resolve was stronger than ever. She had to not only protect her loved ones, but also confront the darkness that threatened all of humanity.

"I'll do this for Jordan and everyone in danger," she thought, looking at her communicator screen, where Jordan's messages were saved.

Then she followed Edwin into one of the old, dimly lit rooms where the archives and rare books were kept. Around them lay scattered papers, old diagrams, and data on the Convention that they had managed to collect over the past few days. Each of them knew that the upcoming clash would be decisive in their fight.

"We can't just sit and wait for them to come for us," Edwin said, laying out the maps and diagrams they had found in the archive in front of Delia. "We need to prepare for the next step."