[[Free?! Oh, the audacity! I stared baffled into my mother's eyes; swallowing a lump in my throat.]] Free?! Of what, exactly?! Last time --

-- I checked, it was /you/ who held me on a "leash"! [[My voice trembled, but I had never dared to so boldly spit back her own statement. --

-- Limbs shaking prior to a fit of rage, all consuming, dispatching any sense of remorse, or consciousness. To permit a bustle of furious --

-- syllables to part my lips, raw emotion behind my accusations.]] You did this! It's all your fault, /he/ could've ... [[My sentence --

-- interrupted by her loud sneer.]] "Enough, get a grip of yourself this instance! Or else!" [[Did she really... Mock, my reaction? --

-- Has she lost all sense of humanity? No wonder! Spending such a long time around bloodsuckers, is bound to eradicate emblematic --

-- notions; Grinding my teeth to bite back another retort, instead, she won't simply witness my tantrum, but feel the very depths of it. --

-- Finn Alexander's life, held no meaning whatsoever, which brought disappointment. This woman is no different, than those creatures --

-- she couldn't care less, so, why do I have to be the girl, who's open to sacrifice more than she should? Ridiculous!]] It's not enough! --

-- He was a friend! [[I resumed a defensive position, as if trying to convey a fact. Finn Alexander truly was; disregarding those times --

-- when we've had differences, after all, who doesn't? Over all, he's probably the only one who's seen my many sides. Magic might have --

-- a little affect on other witches, but, hell it wouldn't hurt to try. She deserved to taste her own medicine! All these wasted years. --

-- My primary focus, to create as much chaos surrounding us in these four walls, I could muster up, considering my lack of eating, --

-- even though, I slept, it was more of a nightmare. A recurring dream of Finn Alexander dying in front of my eyes. Without any /chance/ --

-- of releasing him from his impending death. Fighting back tears to remain with a hatred filled gaze, while a quiet chant escaped --

-- my lips, lifting a hand in a swift motion of my wrist to have every sharp object fly through our confinement.]] YOU KILLED HIM! --

-- [[I didn't care if #Delia was the one, who took his life, in my eyes, they are all guilty, and it would be /my/ mission, to avenge a --

-- friend's life; It's not fair! A cursed life, to meet a horrible ending. Why? I reflected some of my own issues, and in my overwhelmed --

-- state; it made no difference who went down first.]]

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