Last spark from the ashes

Nike stares as the Arc dances along the titan's gear only to fizzle out against the floor. She stares at the open hand Blaze turns toward her for far too long, her face unreadable in its lack of expression. What does she even make of an offer like that? She swallows finally after the silence of the apartment screams at them both in suffocating accusation.

"I do not know what that would even look like. What that would change....what it would mean." Nike admits in a voice so small it's nearly lost to the dormitory they're crowded in. "I do not think I am your equal. Were we to face each other..." She can't even imagine striking down Blaze. Though she can imagine with very certain clarity the titan breaking her.

Nike stars at the hand outstretched to her. When she reaches up it's to grip at the sides of Blaze's gauntlet with both of her own hands rather than giving the Exo hers.

"I fear as an equal all I would do is let you down. I am no Guardian."