At first, Loo might have felt hope after Asthma's disappearance, but with every step she took towards the palace, she knew more and more that there was no good end in sight. It was not predetermination; things could have played out differently, just not anymore. And, gradually, she became aware of the true nature of their game, and the sobering truth behind it all.
From the start, neither she nor anyone else had had any control over their destiny. Asthma hadn't known this, and neither had Sue, but their lives had always been measured by how the game played out. All they could do was to change the way it happened.
Well, if the end was inevitable, then there was no point continuing her journey. The witch might win this game, but she wouldn't get hold of her.
With shivering hands, Loo broke a branch off a nearby tree. How strange it was that after countless futile attempts, this would be the one to bring her the end, born not out of desire but hopelessness.
And then, in her last moments, everything changed. She could see through the puppeteer's mind, and she knew that she would come back. Maybe it would take a while... but she wouldn't be gone entirely.
Some day...