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[Light]

Mesa clings to him, her small frame sandwiched between him and Yuseh. The brunette barely registers him entering the room but links an arm around him to hug him tighter. It felt so wrong to be here without Handid now, and the two girls feel the shift within the group that had been four... And now three.

[CrimsonMoon]

Rori stares atthe blood on the ground... Feeling the snapped part of him link together... Guilt washin over him.. As well as pride...

Guilt that he had to show Densil the darker side of him... Guilt at blaming Dad... Guilt at not protecting Handid... Guilt for harming so many for just protecting the ones he loved...

Pride because he had protected his family... Pride because he had shown he wasnt weak despite anything... Pride that he could protect these two girls... Pride that he was now a true Kracken..

[Light]

Youseh opens her eyes after a moment, her breathing calmed somewhat. Acceptance was what she had come to now. Handid was dead, and she'd miss her--but the old woman would yank her ear and scold her for what she had been doing.

Mesa remained in a fetal position, her eight year old mind trying to wrap around what had occurred.

[CrimsonMoon]

Rori hugged the little girl and rocks her gently, pressing his nose into her hair,"... Someday... I'll take you to a place where there is no fight... No bad things...

[Light]

Her small hands grip his bloodied shirt, and her body shakes as she sobs, "Why were people so mean to each other Rori? It's not right..."

The other girl begins to slowly clean up her mothers blood from the floor, her cheeks drying. She puses though at the little girls words and takes in a shaky breath.

[CrimsonMoon]

".... Because being mean is a plague... It spreads from
One person to another until it blinds everyone.." He murmurs androcks her gently," Don't be mean, ok? No matter what..."

[Light]

"Promise," she mumbles, her reply muffled by his shirt, "I don't wanna be mean. It looks sad."

[CrimsonMoon]

" It is sad.." He whispers, 'no more killing... Not unless the enemy struck first...'

[Light]

Yuseh sits up once she finishes the floor, her dark brown gaze seeming clearer. Better. She could do this.

Mesa's shoulders fall a bit, and slowly she nods off into an exhausted sleep. The length of her arm was wrapped up nicely thanks to Yuseh, and wasn't that covered in dried blood.

[CrimsonMoon]

He just rocks the little girl slowly, murmuring softly to her. Sometimes wondering what he was even saying himself..

[Light]

Yuseh looks out the window hesitantly, the bodies already moved, "... Can you keep Mesa for the night? I need to... See her..."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Of course..." He whispers and cradles the child

[Light]

Yuseh gratefully nods to him before leaving the room slowly. Mesa hiccups in her sleep and grips his shirt. Nightmares would be a new occurence every night for her from that day onward.

[CrimsonMoon]

He strokes her hair and murmurs softly to her... No more uneccisary killing. Would he be any better then Lady veil if he continued this

[Light]

( time skip? :3 )

[CrimsonMoon]

Yep )

[Light]

(<3)

It had been a week, and within that time Mesa barely left his side. It was out of fear, but also worry for the older boy. When the Lady returned, Yuseh was called to her and seemed to have disappeared afterward.

The little girl walks into the room balancing a tray shakily, the soft little soles of her shoes dragging across the ground. It was a silver tea set, and she had made it her new daily routine to make him drink some every morning after she brewed it herself. "You awake yet Rori? I heard something in the kitchens today,"

[CrimsonMoon]

Rori looks up and smiles at her gently, standing and ruffling her hair," I'm up, kiddo... What's up?"

[Light]

She starts settinnthe cup down and starts to pour the mix into it, "They're going to be preparing a party of some kind. I couldn't hear really well but it has to do with the king coming to this castle for a few days to visit the Lady."

[CrimsonMoon]

".... They're asking to be killed," He murmurs," But look... I saved something for you.." He pulls something from beneath his pillow," ever had chocolate?"