Jeevon

Give that to see regions now. Take your word back the woman Can't fight

I was wrong. *looks away* Happy?

*grip tightens dangerously* Especially you. *runs faster* Now shut up before I shut you up myself.

*breathing grows shallow* Your problem now... *fingers loosen* ...deal with it...

*presses harder* Not until I say so.

*voice barely audible* Start with what? *eyes searching his* I don't even know who I am anymore.

Mine. *cups her face* Start with mine.

*shakes head weakly* I can't be anyone's. *voice breaks* I'm already broken.

*sobs brokenly* Then what? *voice cracks* What am I supposed to do with all this pain?

Give it to me. *holds out his hand* All of it.

*I step back shaking my head slightly* You'll be crushed by it

*dawn breaks over Sarizon. In the training arena, Jeevon has already been working out for an hour, sweat glistening on his bare chest as he practices sword forms with deadly precision. The sound of steel singing through air fills the empty arena*

*I give an appreciative whistle from the side*

*cuts sword through air, spinning to face her* You're late. *eyes narrow* And staring.