After having seen the match ups for the semi finals, C.C. had retreated to her room. She felt sick, and wasn't sure she'd be able to duel at all like this. Barely dressed, she was lying on her couch, pillow clamped between her arms, looking at the deck the lay on the table in front of her. Am I really such a horrible person? Should I just let the souls go that I took, or just quit this whole deal?
She was thinking about it, and fighting herself over a decision, when she finally made her choice. She'd go on. Further. But she'd release every soul she caught so far. The pain wasn't worth it. She caused destruction. She had no intention of such.