Blaze has seen something that will be seared into her retinas.

And, Frost finally says the dreaded words that Blaze never wanted to hear.

Blaze/Frost

Blaze stood motionless with wide eyes. She saw, with her own eyes, Silver holding Frost with his psychic powers, mercilessly slamming her against the walls of the buildings. All she could do was watch in horror as the never-ending story of hate and rejection continued to drag onward. Blaze shouted from the top of her lungs, "That's enough!"

Caught off guard, Silver turned around quickly and saw Blazes frustrated and angry face, red with flushed cheeks and diluted with anger. More fear shriveled up the last of his bravery as he could feel Blaze's vehement rage pulsating through her. "Blaze, is that you?"

"Silver, how could you?"

As soon as she spoke, he tried to turn the tables in his favor. "Blaze, wait! You've got it all wrong! It's not my fault. Frost tried to attack me. She's the one at fault, not me. You have to understand, Blaze."

"Yes, I completely understand, Silver. You needn't explain anymore. Leave now, Silver."

"But, I was just…"

"I said leave," she demanded, "before I get really angry." Silver looked at her hands and he could see them glowing red. She was gathering the flames of anger. As she clenched her fists tighter, the flames began to grow more and more violent, and the final pixels of Silver's once brimming courage finally faded away deep into the dark corners of his mind. He knew full well that he was being overpowered, and no matter how much he tried to explain, she wasn't going to listen. Everything that he was planning to tell her – like talking to a brick wall – it was completely worthless. There wasn't anything left for him to do, so he decided to listen. He gently lowered Frost down on the solid pavement and walked towards the door with his head facing the ground. Blaze didn't turn her head as he passed him. He just walked away with no one – not even Blaze, his one true friend -- feeling even an inch of solace or forgiveness for him.

Once Frost touched the ground, free of Silver's control, she immediately fell to the ground, gripping her bleeding leg. Blaze came to her aid. Damn you, Silver, Frost thought to herself, why did you do that to me? She stared at her even bigger gash – much larger than the original, mind you – and couldn't comprehend how much bigger it was and how much more it hurt. When Blaze reached her, she put her hand over Frost's shoulder, and asked, "Are you okay? Did Silver hurt you?" Frost immediately and violently pushed Blaze aside.

"What do you think?! Of course he hurt me! Does it look like he hurt me? Look at my leg! It's in even worse condition than it was last time. I can barely stand."

"Please, Frost, let me help you. You look really hurt," she begged. Many times she requested to help her, and many times she was rejected. Even through all the hate and distasteful abhorrence, she still felt a soft spot deep in her bleeding heart for her sister. "Let me help you."

"How many times do I have to say it? I'll scream it until my lungs give out: NO! I don't need your help, you bitch!"

A bitch? Is this all that she was to her now? Nothing more than a worthless ornament that will collect dust after just a few years, then become worthless and meaningless? No matter how much she tried to deny it, she wasn't going to let it break her again. She remained silent as she continued to let her sister spit out multiple obscenities without even stopping to take a breath.

"As a matter of fact, I'm sure that you must have known or, at the very least, heard the arguing and the fighting that was happening out here. I'm sure you heard it all in that little hotbox that you call a home. About that, why didn't you come and stop Silver from hurting me so badly? I'm sure you heard me screaming out there. I was screeching and crying in pain. Literally, tears were streaming down my face. Did you not hear me?"

"No, I didn't."

"Well, why the hell not?"

"It wasn't my business anyway. It was between you and Silver."

Frost became even more enraged. At the same time, she tried to stand up. "Really; so you're telling me that if Silver was killing me right now and he told you to just ignore the whole thing, you'd listen to him?"

"No. Never."

"Liar! Black-hearted liar! You know that you will, because you'd do anything for him."

Blaze decided that it was time to stop letting Frost wrongly persecute her like this, so she decided to speak up. "Don't ever call me a liar, Frost! I'm still your sister and still I love you! Please stop persecuting me like this! All of this ignorance is doing nothing but tearing us apart. Please, Frost. It's not too late to turn your life around and change yourself for the better. Frost, I love you. I mean it from the bottom of my heart, and I will never, ever hurt you. Please, Frost, please…I want you to be my sister again, even if it's just for one day, I beg you, please be my sister again," she cried. A tear flowed from her eye and smacked the ground. The rain from the clouds above began to fall immediately afterwards.

"Here we go again with the sob story," she scoffed as the rain poured on her. She began to slowly limp towards Blaze. "Blaze, I don't think you understand. We will never be together. No matter what you say or do, I don't want to be with you. I don't want to be near you, I don't want to see your face, I don't even want to breathe the same air you breathe. You mean absolutely nothing to me. All you are is just a selfish, little swine who doesn't deserve one drop of the sympathy you have. We all know that stunt that you pulled one year ago was just for attention; just to get more people to hate me and break me down even further. We all know it, don't we?" she viciously chuckled. She was getting closer to Blaze. When she neared her face, she grabbed her shirt collar and pulled her towards Frost's face. "I hope you understand this. Now and forever, we are through. It's over. The bond is broken, Blaze. From this day forward, we are no longer sisters."

She let Blaze go and turned and proceeded to head back to that same vacant island in the middle of the ocean. Frost was finding it increasingly difficult to stand up because of the blistering pain of her wound. Every step that she took felt like a drop of poison being applied to her exposed skin. After a few steps, she fell to the ground, face first, with blood pooling from her wound. Blaze was absolutely speechless. Her entire world crumbled and slipped through her fingers. Nothing was clear anymore. Everything had completely disappeared before her very eyes. All that she knew quickly became a cryptic mess of nothing. As the rain continued to pour, she stood staring into the distance. All she saw was darkness -- a perfect representation of what her life quickly became: an empty void of darkness and emptiness. "Maybe you're right," she said, in a soft and broken voice. "Maybe we're not sisters anymore…"

Well, Frost finally said it. She doesn't want to be Blaze's sister anymore; what's even worse, Blaze is now willing to accept it.

Is this the end of their relationship together?