The Coming Darkness

He turned to the fair haired girl and nodded with a smile. It was a lazy attempt at a greeting, but he wanted to address David's concern first. "I had heard something earlier when I was grabbing some breakfast, and now, whatever it is, it seems a hell of a lot louder. Do you have any idea what it might be?" Those who didn't belong to Team Valor seemed to have formed their own click, which had their own separate affairs. Whatever was going on in the upper levels, was probably more for the Team's knowledge than the others. "Whatever it is, I think you're right. We should probably wait down here. I don't want any hurt who shouldn't be."

Adorra smiled as she carefully removed the daggers from Davids' hand, "I won't destroy them or run off with them."

She then carefully summoned up an invisible field and set the daggers delicately on top of it. She took a deep breath , relaxed as a blue light came from her chest, she pushed the light, it moved forward, and washed up onto the surface of the daggers. The act she preformed was rather new to her, she had infused the Daggers with a part of her own magic. It hadn't taxed her as hard as she had expected it to, though her stomach growled loudly in protest.

"Take them, the ability I put in them was a bit of my own. Now you have some magic of your own, but it has its limits. It will react with your emotions. So, say you're angry they will burn red hot. It won't react negatively to you, but it will harm an enemy.."

She had just noticed the teacher and gave him a soft smile, "I'm Adorra Dismar; nice to meet you Mister...?"

Kira nodded at Dora, taking the plate. Why hadn't they thought about this earlier? Honestly.. Dora's ability was wicked. The ability to summon things up at will, and healing. A better match here than I am. she thought, taking a nibble of some of the food. Looking over at David she almost smirked as Dora went to go take care of him. He felt useless. Something she felt at times too. Hearing the door open behind her, she turned to see Marcus stepping out. So, there he was. She wanted to ask about Harley. He'd been the last one to see her.

The comotion upstairs was still loud, and she had to wonder if the whole structure would come down on them. Marcus said something about staying inside, to which she just raised an eyebrow. "Staying inside? Really? I think we should head out of the building before the whole thing collapses in on us." And what was up with that, 'who shouldn't be' hurt. Did that mean the others should be hurt? She almost felt horrible for not going up there. But what the hell could she do? Walk up there and interrupt with; 'Oh, let me sprinkle you with healing magic and flowery words made to stop fighting. Let's also have donuts and watch kitty videos instead of bloodshed. Cause that shit's awesome.' Fuck no.

It's not my business. None of it was. The others probably have it under, somewhat control Knowing she was probably thinking too much on the matter, she just sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose. "Where's Harley, Marcus? You saw her last, where'd she run off to?" Did Harley accidentally get involved with the others upstairs? Was she close to the third floor?

"Tormod, but you can call me Marcus, everyone does. Pleasure to meet you Adorra." He smiled at her and turned his attention to Kira, "Maybe you're right. We'll stay out of the way, but get to a safe area. We've got healers, but we aren't invincible. You raise a good point." He said everything without skipping a beat and with his trademark warm smile on his face, until she brought up Harley that is.
And awkward grin pulled across his lips and he rubbed the back of his head chuckling. "Oh, well. After our conversation, she decided she was going to pass out on me, quite literally. I tried to carry her to her room, but she had misplaced the key. So, she's currently resting in my bed. Probably pretty damn hungover. I brought her some breakfast, and I'm letting her be right now. But in lieu of current circumstances, I should probably go get her up. You guys go ahead, wait outside, I'll be there soon." At the end of his rather speedy explanation, he cleared his throat, a faint blush forming on his cheeks.

David took his daggers back, looking them over carefully before sliding them back in his pockets. "Wow, thanks! That's awfully sweet of you." David smiled and looked back to Kira as she spoke, then glanced back to where the others were fighting. He sighed again, but raised his eyebrow at the faint blush that came across the teacher's face. "My, my. I think I need some air.. Kira, would you mind joining me?.." He looked back to her, a lonely look in his eyes. Something seemed off with her, and he just wanted to make sure she was okay.

Kira raised an eyebrow. Wasn't like Harley to pass out so quickly. Especially when drunk. "She's in your bed asleep, huh? Wouldn't be the first time." she almost laughed at his expression. That blush certainly summed it up. "Mhm. Harley's a real handful, ain't she?" she asked tilting her head at him with a knowing look. Of course, she was still annoyed. Here she was, worried sick about her friend, only to find out she was doing the deed with the teacher. At least Harley was legal, and she wasn't really a student. Marcus was in the clear. She moved to the door before hearing David ask her if she'd wanted to join him. She almost hesitated. Why did he need her? Dora was right there. Girl could join him.

She actually wanted to get out of there, but Harley was right behind that door. Why'm I so worried? She's perfectly capable of handling herself. I'm not her mother. She almost frowned. maybe she was becoming too protective. Her punk friend didn't need her constantly worrying over her. It seemed that Harley was certainly having a good time without her. Fuck it. She wasn't needed. "...If you want to get her up, water works well. Just don't have it be cold. She'd electrocute you." she said, giving Marcus a small smirk. "I'll be outside. Tell her I'll fix the hangover up as soon as she sees me." With that, she nodded at David and motioned for him to follow, if he wanted. "Fresh air does a body good."

9:15AM
The sky is clear, and the air is warm today. There are both guards and students lingering about outside.

She looked over at the teacher briefly, "It's nice to meet you, Marcus."

"You're welcome," Adorra purred when she turned her attention back to David.

When Dora got up she felt a bit weaker than she thought she would, but she didn't let it show. She then walked over and leaned against a nearby wall out of the way. I guess, I will just stay here then, She though to herself as she watched the two of them walk away.

David shook his head and walked after Kira, pausing to look back to Dora and offer her a slight wave and a smile. "We'll be back soon, don't worry!" After catching up to Kira and distancing themselves from Marcus and Dora, he nudged her side lightly. "Are you okay there? You seem a bit, uh.. Tense? Off? Something. I dunno."

Still carrying her plate, Kira walked at a decent pace down the hall. Not too fast since she wanted to make sure David could catch up. She was basically lost in her thoughts before a slight nudge to her side alerted her that David was beside her. Blinking, she looked up at him and gave a questioning smirk. "Did I?" Looking back on it, she could see how it could worry someone. He was actually pretty observant. "Mhm~ I'm perfectly fine." Not the truth, but.. she didn't want to blab to someone about anything so petty. She didn't want to bother, nor to seek pity or comfort by doing the whole, 'woe is me' thing. "You? Still feeling down?"

"Hnn..." A rumble from the structure above made her stir from what was an almost impenetrable state of slumber. Her eyes tightened as she hugged herself into an even tighter ball, "...five more minutes." Her words were slurred as she felt a shiver run through her body, attempting to keep her eyes shut for just a little longer. But alas, the building shook once more and she was forced to admit defeat.

Sitting up, her mohawk was a complete mess as it curled in every direction it could. Bringing a hand to her head she cracked her neck, "Jesus... am I that hungover?" As a yawn escaped her, her eyes slowly made their way around the room, various clues giving her a hint to what she may have done last night.

"This isn't my shirt..." Pulling on the color she stepped out of bed, the cool touch of the floor sending chills through her once again. "And... I'm not wearing pants..." It was then she saw her clothes from last night strewn about the floor.

"Oh shit..." She reached for her pants, pulling them on and doing up the button she knelt down to see the ID on the bags placed in the room. "Agh!" She smacked herself on the forehead, "The last thing I remember is being with that dark haired chick I met in the cafeteria... how the hell did this happen?" Right before she had stumbled into the dining area where Team Valor was, she was busy fooling around with one of the miscellaneous students who had agreed to come along and now she was sneaking out of a teachers room.

A little irritated with how foggy the night before was, she did her best to get dressed into her clothes from last night. Honestly, she was in a bit of a rush - simply not wanting to deal with coming face to face with a teacher she had most certainly hooked up with. "I've got to call Kira." Harley mumbled to herself, finding her phone amongst her belongings. As she waited for her to pick up on the other end, her attention finally caught on to the meal sitting atop a tray. "Dang, I must have done somethin' right." She didn't hesitate to take a swig of coffee followed by a unladylike mouthful of eggs before she made her way to the door.

"Come on Kira... pick the fuck up!"

"So let's see..." Beatrice pushed her hair back, letting the strands fall and frame her face perfectly. "We've got Mist... Storm..." Her eyes glanced at both Volitaire and Silver momentarily. "But where are...?" Her question was quickly entered by the sudden enterance of both Enzo and Sasha. "Ah! Cloud... and the ever impenitrable Sky~!" Looking over her shoulder she nodded to Alarick, "It looks like we've got ourselves a party, so let's get this sorted, shall we?"

"I'm about fed up with these bloomin' fools!" She shouted, holding her arms out as a storming red energy began to pick up around her fists.

The pain was inconceivable, as Eos tried to her best to hold on for her dear life. The rings... maybe if I could just... But even though she got enough energy to form these thoughts, she couldn't move herself to where JD had previously stuffed them away.

Kira looked down at her pocket to take the phone out. Seeing the number, she almost sighed in amusement. Well then. "Harley's up." Picking it up, she stopped walking, glancing behind her. "I thought you would still be asleep." She commented to Harley. She knew Marcus was just outside the door. Motioning for David to follow her, she headed back to the room. "How ya feelin'?" Just how bad was the hangover? Or, was she in shock over the night she spent with Marcus. "Marcus was going to wake you up soon."

A least warn the girl he's right outside. Seeing Marcus still at the door with Dora, honestly the hadn't been too far away, Kira nodded at Marcus and went to the door, opening it to go inside. Slipping inside she saw that Harley was already going to head out. Kira gave Harley a once over and she smirked. So she was dressed already. "Building might collapse soon."

At first, Enzo was confused as to whom the two adults were. He had not seen the bodies of the twins behind them just yet. "What's this all about? Where's Eos and JD?" He asked in a hastened tone. It didn't take him long to see a blood pool, with both Eos and JD at the center. A severed limb, a decimated eye. This made Enzo sick to the stomach, and he didn't want to believe it, but it was as he saw. Eos and JD were possibly dead, if they weren't, they would be very soon.


One of Sasha's water spheres shot directly at the adults. Enzo himself was frozen in shock, his orange pupils vibrating in fear. "N-...No way..." The next thing that had caught his attention was Volitaire. It seemed he had already known what to do with the situation. Those two adults were no friends to them.


It was then that Enzo ran up to Volitaire's side. "I'm with you!" He shouted, his fist clenched and his flame flaring.

Volitaire kept his eyes on Alarick and Beatrice. His eyes moved to focus on Enzo for a brief moment, nodding in acknowledgement. "They're JD and Eos' parents. They seemed to have used some sort of Blood Magics to surface from those pendants they have... I was supposed to help them with freeing them from those but, I took too long, and now this happened. I guess you can say this is my fault." Holding back his own disappointment in himself, he stood strait up and thought of a way to get JD and Eos out of the area. "Enzo, what's most important is that we need to get both JD and Eos out of here. They need attention and fast. I'm not too sure how powerful these two are, but I'm sure we all can handle it for the most part." He looked to his flaring ring, and then to Enzo. "Enzo's flames are the epicenter to everyone's flames... I can tell his training has worn him out. I also saw him absorb flames before... That's it!" An idea sparked, he let his flames strengthen and gave Enzo his hand. "Enzo, you can absorb flames, correct? You did it one before, take my flame and rejuvenate yourself, your flames aren't as strong a I've seen them before."

Silver ran up next to Enzo and Volitaire, listening to what Volitaire started to explain. Her eyes kept glancing to Eos and JD's bodies. She glared at the two adults before them and nodded to herself, her flames quite strong and dense at this point from all the emotions running through her. "Take some of mine, too. I have plenty." She held her swords in one hand as she offered her free hand to Enzo, so he could take some of her flames as well. "You and I can take care of these two, while Voli and Sasha can get Eos and JD away and get them help. Deal?"

Meanwhile, David was with Kira, but didn't answer her question. He simply shrugged as she took out her phone and paused, looking behind them to see the others. He followed Kira and tried to keep himself from chuckling as he saw Harley. She looked like a mess.

Enzo listened to both Volitaire and Silver. The plan was a solid one. He nodded to the both of them. Volitaire's ring started to emit storm flame from it in the form of a line, the same with Silver's. Volitaire's Storm flame was absorbed into Enzo's blazing left hand, while Silver's Mist flame was absorbed into his right. The Sky flame in both of his hands then disappeared, yet it remained on his forehead. This is going to be dangerous...

He felt the foreign energy mingle with the Sky flame in his body, and it felt much like the flames themselves were fighting a three-way battle. Enzo closed his eyes, trying his best to redirect the new flames. They're much more powerful than my flame... It was true, the Sky flame was getting sandwiched between the Storm and the Mist's violent flailing. I have to concentrate...

After the last clash between the flames, the two flames spring in opposite directions in his body. Enzo wore Volitaire's Storm flame in his left hand, and Silver's Mist flame in his right, with the Sky flame remaining on his forehead.

<object width="370" height="24"><param name="movie" value="http://www.itemvn.com/player.swf?soundFile=5A352EC287&autostart=no&loop= yes"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.itemvn.com/player.swf?soundFile=5A352EC287&autostart=no&loop= yes" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" width="370" height="24"></embed></object>

The different flames burned differently. The Storm flame was spinning in place as it burned, while the Mist flame dripped from his right hand like the frigid air around ice. He clenched both fists, the force of the flames alone pushing the air back like a small explosion.

He opened his eyes, and they too, have changed. Enzo's left eye was a glowing red like Volitaire's, and his right eye was a calm, but bright purple.

"You're both going to pay for betraying your children like that. Let's go, Silver."

Marcus' body relaxed itself at Kira's insinuation of Harley's overall intoxicated promiscuity. Although he still wasn't overly fond of his lack of alcohol induced actions, it was a relief to hear that it wasn't the first time it's happened.
Just as he was about to reenter the room, Kira and the others, whom were about to make their way outside, did an about turn after receiving what seemed to be a phone call from the mohawked girl herself. They brushed past him and entered his room. "Well, okay then." He said a bit confused, "I will just wait outside then, I suppose." With that, he slipped his hands in his pockets and left the building, joining a few others outside.

http://i957.photobucket.com/albums/a...psc508555f.jpg

MUSIC

Alarick started to roll up his sleeves as if he was about to get his hands dirty and not engage Guardians. “Oh Beatrice you have always been the one for dramatics,” he remarked as if this wasn’t life or death. “I have always enjoyed your theatrics- it is how you wooed me in by the way.” No one would know because honestly their past was mired in darkness and blood but Alarick was the son of royalty, and very noble magical user. Most would accuse his wife of corrupting him, but to introduce taint like that into someone’s soul they already have to have a bit of darkness in there to begin with. The man had inherited the VanCise power called: ‘godhand’. It was something that JD should have received upon this sixteenth birthday but failed too, and so instead had fashioned his own magic the best he could.

“Quite right- they are getting on my last nerves. At least you didn’t have to sit through Janus’s impractical ramblings about marriage and family.” He offered a tight grimace at that thought. “Ah well not that it matters now.” Alarick offered a stern kick to his son’s stomach. “If he isn’t dead- he definitely dying.”

With that he smiled brightly. “I do believe we need to extinguish these petty flames and get back to business.” It was then he raised his hand upwards and pointed it towards the three standing there at the threshold of the room. “Godhand- disassemble.” It was then massive flecks of the ceiling, walls and floors around him seemed to vaporize into nothing. “Reassemble,” he stated firmly and the particles then reformed into slick spikes. He was manipulating the area around him on a molecular level- there was no more mass there now than was before it had just been reformed. Now it was no longer particulates that held the building together but glistening pointed spikes that quavered in the air before being launched forward with a flick of his hand.

Enzo's eye twitched as he witnessed JD's own father abuse him. How could a parent do such a thing? Anger built up inside of Enzo. His varying flames all flaring wildly at once. "We've got to avoid damage to this base if we can help it." He informed Silver. They had to hold back on many of their different attacks, in fear that it would bring harm to the students in the same building.

Suddenly, parts of the room vanished, and was reformed into sharp projectiles, which were then shoot toward the three. Enzo stood still as the spikes closed in. There were many of them, he wouldn't be able dodge all of them if they were directed toward him. As they came within impact, they flew straight through him, only for his body to disperse as an illusion.

The real Enzo had pulled back, and circled around the room with the help of the borrowed storm flame. Once he safely avoided the spikes, he landed around 15 feet away from Alarick's side. "What kind of parent does this?!" He demanded an answer, but found himself too frustrated to wait for an answer. he charged for the father, yelling in rage. Enzo's body started to multiply in numbers as he ran. They were obviously illusions, but attacking the wrong one would leave him open for a solid punch in the face.

Silver's anger kept building up more and more the longer this man talked. She tensed up a bit when he kicked JD, but tried to keep herself focused. She nodded at Enzo, a bit surprised that he was using her illusions already, but also impressed. She sliced through and barely dodged whatever spikes came her way, then noticed Enzo not too far away. Shaking her head and wishing she might be there to attack instead of him, Silver used the magic she had left to help Enzo's illusions be much more realistic. It's probably better this way, anyways. If she got too worked up, she might cause more damage than necessary.

In the middle of the fray of Alarick's congregate attack and Enzo's illusion to fool the caster, Volitaire warped to the shadow of the corner of the room. His spells gave too much of a area of effect for him to use it in a closed room, especially with allies beside him. It was best suited he'd get the twins to safety, as Silver suggested to Enzo. In the blink of an eye he was behind Alarick and Beatrice, he wasn't expecting this to be a simple escape. He picked Eos up from off the ground, her once perfectly unmarred form was horribly decimated by her unforgiving parents. He teared up, almost giving in to a moment of embrace. No time for that, he pulled himself together and tried to make way over to JD. If he at least touched them while warping he could get all three of them out of there. "I'll make sure you both are safe... I'm so sorry..." He grabbed JD's only arm and hoisted him over his shoulder, while trying to keep Eos in his grip. A test of strength, but he ignored the weight for the sake of his lover and someone he considered his older brother.

Seeing Voli warp behind the twins sent Sasha on her feet as well. The russian female pushed herself forwards with pressure set off from the water around her, finally grabbing Eos's waist, helping to support the girl, giving a light grin towards Voli, "We'll get 'em through this," she mouthed.

http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b1...psede12c61.jpg

Remaining calm, even as the room began to finally stir up around her she cast a sideways glance to Alarick, "I trust you'll keep him occupied." Her voice was firm, as if to tell him there was no other option. In that instant her form dissipated into a mist of crimson blood before assimilating again in another corner of the room.

It was then that Beatrice used the magic she was most familiar with, that of mental manipulation through casting hexes on others. Leaving Enzo up to Alarick, she kept her eyes focused on Silver - her pupils cutting through the darkness she had shrouded herself within. "நீங்கள் உள்ளே இருட்டாக வதைக்கும் நாம்." Her words hissed and slithered through the air like distorted white noise, creeping their way into his ear. The words were clearly of an ancient tongue, and it was impossible to decipher them. If the soul had any feelings of hate, self loathing or darkness, the spell would only intensify them and bring them out - forcing the target to become a victim of their own sin. The more light in the soul, the harder it was for the spell to succeed, but the more darkness held inside, the easier it was for them to fall prey to it.

Enzo was powerful, yes. But from watching through Eos' eyes all this time it's more than clear that he would break under the sorrow of watching his friends and loved one's fall around him.

Meanwhile, Eos laid unconscious between the arms of Voli and Sasha. As her blood stained both their hands and clothes, her head fell to the side, her bangs partially cloaking the horrible mess Alarick had made of her eye. Somehow, the remaining eye was still actively shedding a steady stream of tears that beaded around the corners of her lashes and fell down her cheek. Each drop seemed to be shimmering with a warm golden glow that could be likened to the glow of her healing magic.

A sigh of relief escaped her lips as Kira picked up the phone, although the clear irritation in her tone made her chest grow tight. "How am I feelin'? Like shit to be honest, but whoever is crashin' around upstairs clearly doesn't know how to nurse a hangover..." And with that she went to reach for the door handle, only to see it turn and the door to open up with Kira standing right before her. "Oh.. Hi." Closing the phone, she slipped it into her jeans pocket and rubbed the back of her neck like a child about to be punished. "You know... I..." She had begun to apologize, but Kira cut her off with the sharp and sudden statement.

"Wait, what?" Blinking a few times she rubbed her face, "Then we need to get the hell outta here, don't we? Ain't no use in standin' around." It was then she saw David follow Kira in, growling the moment he dared to laugh at her, she gave him a swift jab to the shoulder before walking past him. "Shut up, Specs."

But as if the walk of shame wasn't worse enough, Marcus was just outside the door. Harley wasn't the type to mingle after a night like that, and she also wasn't the type to even offer a passing glance for the sake of not seeming like an asshole. Odds were that he was a little blurry and upset about the night before anyway, so without a word she pulled her hood over her head and walked right by him.

Kira gave her a smirk. Seeing Harley act sheepish or guilty didn't seem to suit the punkish female. Harley wasn't the kind to dwell on things, so she was fine with it. There were more important things at hand. "Figured you needed an explanation for the rude awakening." Following after her, she looked up at the ceiling curiously. It had gotten a little less hectic now. She stopped at realizing something. "Uh.. left my stuff upstairs." Where, the fight was going on. Harley knew how much she valued her things.

"I'll be riiiight back." Shooting them an apologetic smile, she started to move away from them, and to the stairs. Fuck. Stupid idea but.. there were important things she had. What is up with me always leaving my stuff in a room? Last time,was my purse. Now, shit tons of stuff. That would teach her. Next time, she'll just strap everything to her wrist. Or, pack lightly. Or, if she left something alone, shed figure something horrible had happened or was about to happen. Funny though.. this didn't happen often in New York.

Back in the training room, students' concern was rapidly growing. They talked among themselves and peered around the ceiling of the room they were in. Kenji made his way back into the observation room just as the captain was ordering guards to investigate. "You three. I want you to head to the third floor and secure it! We may be under attack!"
"Don't." Kenji commanded as he entered the room casually. "This is the Guardian's business. They can handle it themselves." Azure was taken back by Kenji's surprising will to not help at all. "Are these not your pupils, Kenji?! Why should we not help?" Frustration trailed in his voice, yet all Kenji did was tip his hat and bear his teeth under it.


"Captain, correct me if i'm wrong. You don't think those brats could defend themselves against whatever else is up there, yet you're willing to send them into the land of the dead on a mission that's nearly suicide. Your logic evades me." Kenji hopped up onto the table to get a better look at the men. They looked terrified enough. They had not signed up to fight against someone that could turn nightmares into reality. Azure had noticed the fear, and honestly couldn't find any words to fight back with. "What we CAN do, is evacuate this building and prepare a field hospital outside." The captain sighed in response. Kenji's words and overall attitude fit Azure's job perfectly, and it honestly bothered him that he knew so much. "..Sure," He sighed out as he looked towards the three men he was commanding earlier. "Evacuate this area, ASAP."


It didn't take long for a flood of students to pour through the hallways towards the exit like a river. With each shake of the building urged the crowd to move just that little bit faster.

Volitaire kept quiet, grinning to Sasha's assistance. In the chaos of all the fighting, something caught his eye. Something gleaming. He felt something like a tiny patter of warm liquid that's somehow pleasing to the touch. He turned to see Eos' tears falling on his hand. In comparison they reminded him of the tea she gave him back in Gaze. An idea struck, but he had to leave the room in order see if it can work and not be interrupted. Spotting the door and stairwell, he saw a shadow under a escalate of stairs. He whispered to Sasha; "Place your hand on my shoulder, so you can be warped along with me if you're not going to stay and fight." He clearly wanted to leave as soon as possible. Those tears may be the one way of waking both the twins up.

David watched as Harley walked by him, and gave him a good smack on the shoulder. "Hey, that hurts my feelings." He rubbed his shoulder, pretending like it hurt. That's when Kira decided to go get her things. "Ohh, no you don't." He reached out and grabbed her wrist before she got too far. "It's too dangerous. No way you're going up there now." He gave her a stern look as he lightly pulled her back a bit, away from the stairs.

After making sure Enzo had the support he needed, Silver stared at Beatrice. She seemed to be mumbling something strange, and it made her a bit uneasy. What did she say? She started feeling upset, but upset at what? The fact that she couldn't understand? The fact that she couldn't protect JD or Eos? Maybe it was the fact that she couldn't really do anything to help anyone, despite how strong she might be. Or maybe it was the fact that she knew her original purpose, the reason she was born. The grip on her swords tightened until her knuckles turned white. What was wrong with her? Why was she suddenly feeling like this? She felt so angry, but it was almost out of nowhere. Now's not the time for this, come on, clear your head! She took a deep breath, slowly inhaling, and slowly exhaling. But she still couldn't shake the feelings of hatred and worthlessness. Suddenly, she realized. She glared back to Beatrice, who seemed to be simply observing. "Wh...What did you do?..." Maybe she didn't do anything. Maybe this was simply how pathetic Silver really was. She couldn't handle the pressure. No, that can't be it..

The overwhelming feelings were making it hard for Silver to reason with herself, and she didn't know what to do. She fell to her knees, her arms shaking. "No... Stop.." Come on, snap out of it! The logical part of her mind was growing more and more quiet, all her paranoid thoughts and the insecurities she had spilled to Enzo coming again into light. "W-Why...?" She stared at the ground in front of her, and her eyes shot between the charms and her bracelet. JD... "N-No.." she whimpered. "I-I'm better than that.." No, you're not. She kept shaking her head slowly. Stop thinking like this! Now's not the time for a pity party!! She glared back up at Beatrice, wanting to attack her, but unable to control herself anymore. Instead, she sat there, biting her lip and trying not to break down even further.