in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten (гет)

It wasn’t what the Champion would do.
No, the Champion would raise her staff to the sky, a daring grin tugging at her lips as she boldly accepted the Arishok’s challenge, her blue eyes gleaming with determination as she sliced through him. She would stand tall, victorious, with minor injuries and a head held high as she accepted her new title of Champion and returned home to celebrate the victory, crumbled city be damned.
The Champion would not be rolled over on her side, gashes littering her body, barely clinging to life as her mind surely raged with the guilt of killing a man she respected.