It was indeed possible, and Ururu didn't reply as she tried to work out the logic in her head. If helping them hurt her, then helping them hurt them. But if Ururu didn't help them, then they would get hurt, and then she would get hurt, and then they would be hurt, and that didn't seem at all good either. So did that mean that no matter what she did, she hurt her friends?

Ururu didn't like that thought. It was a bad thought, one that wouldn't go away when she thought it. No matter what, she couldn't help. No matter what she did.

No matter...what...

Ururu began to shake a little. She also began to cry, large tears sliding down her cheeks as she sniffled, and whispered that very bad thought. "I-I can't help them." Saying it didn't help though. It made the thought solid, more real, and yet Ururu said it again as she began to cry harder. She was trying her very best, but she was only hurting her friends, wasn't she? And now Ururu didn't know what to do, if she should keep fighting, or if she should not fight, because no matter what, it wouldn't do any good.

She couldn't help the people she cared for. She couldn't protect them. And that was the worst thing.