Ch.6: Finally They Arrive At Syrin's House
Outside the dining room, some bandages, thread, a needle and some healing medicine awaited. Mysa grimaced. She hated this part! Gathering up the needle and thread, she stitched up all serious wounds that she could reach, and bandaged tightly her arm, which was still bleeding heavily. Tucking the needle, thread, healing cream and extra bandages into a gift bag, she gathered her things and went to her room, where she changed out of her torn and blood stained clothes, then went out to the car, ignoring the urge to limp. Smiling, she said,
"All right, all ready to go!" and tossed the rest of her stuff in the back seat with Syrin, then got in the driver's seat. Hiei looked at her suspiciously.
"You smell like blood." She rolled her eyes at him.
"Of course I do. I cut my own hand twice today, and they're making roast beef for dinner. They needed some help, that's why I was so long. So that's why I smell like blood, my own, and some cow's. That's why I changed, too, because Siten ran into me in the kitchen while he was carrying some red wine, and it got all over. Satisfied? All right, let's go!" She hit the gas, ignoring the pain that shot up her leg, and all the way to Syrin's house, she talked and laughed with Syrin as if she wasn't concerned with bleeding through the bandages before they got to their destination.
When they got to Syrin's house, Mysa grabbed her friend, and rushed her inside, leaving Hiei to find his way through the traps. Sitting Syrin on her bed, Mysa quickly pulled out the needle and thread, rolled up her shirt sleeve and peeled off the blood soaked bandage. Syrin winced.
"I knew it had been too easy. Who'd you have to fight?" She began stitching up Mysa's arm.
"Tashio. Ow! That hurts! Don't pull so hard!"
"Sorry. Just surprised. When's the funeral?"
"I didn't kill him. I merely said his life belonged to me, and since he was unconscious, he couldn't claim death instead. This way he keeps his honor and his life. No one ever thinks outside the box anymore."
"How'd you get off with only one serious injury?"
"I didn't. You're only seeing my arm. Everything else I stitched myself. Couldn't walk out to the car looking like a mummy."
"Hence the long sleeves."
"Yep." There was silence as Syrin finished stitching.
"Cooking, huh? Stupid baka, do you really expect me to believe you got that cooking?" Mysa flinched. Hiei stood at the door. He had gotten through the traps faster then she had hoped.
"Ah... turkey attacked me? A cousin slipped while carrying a knife? Bull was live when we started butchering? Stop me when you hear one you might believe." He glared at her and leaned against the doorway. Feeling unnerved by the unwavering crimson stare, Mysa looked away.
"All done." Syrin said. Mysa grabbed some new bandages and wrapped them around her arm, to make sure the wound wouldn't get infected, then rolled her sleeve back down. Taking a deep breath, she looked back at Hiei, glaring as fiercely as he was.
"What do you care about how I got it, anyway?"
"I don't." He hurried to assure her.
"Then it's none of your business, is it? What, nothing to say to that? I didn't think so." She turned away haughtily, then realized she would have to get her things out of the car. And that meant going by Hiei, because she wasn't exactly up to climbing out the window. Well, there was no hope for it. Brushing imperiously past him, she went out to her car.
Syrin rounded on Hiei.
"Don't you dare give her a hard time about lying! You're the reason she got hurt in the first place! You have no idea what she just had to do to keep you alive!" Hiei was stunned for a minute, then fired back,
"Well, it's not like I asked her to! And what do you mean! No one tried to kill me, and if they had I could have taken care of myself anyway!" Syrin threw her hands up.
"(place choice here), you're an idiot! There's a guest room three doors down the hall. Get out of here!" Stomping he did so. Mysa came back, pulled out the trundle bed, and placed her stuff on it. Sitting next to Syrin, she eyed the room.
"He gone?"
"Yes. Mysa, I think you should explain it to him."
"Absolutely not! As soon as this is over, and you're safe, we'll never have to see him again, and he won't ever know to come to my house if he needed sanctuary. It's just simpler to keep him in the dark."
"If you say so." They heard a bunch of voices outside, and Mysa looked out the window.
"Hey, looks like the rest of your personal guard have arrived. Come on, we have to get them through safely."
"Oh no. You're staying here. Don't think I didn't see you limping when you were carrying your stuff in here." Mysa smiled sheepishly.
"I hate to make more then one trip. I figured a little pain would be worth the price." Syrin rolled her eyes and went to greet the others. When Mysa was sure Syrin was gone, she stiffly laid down on the bed, and allowed the pain she had been holding back wash over her, stuffing her fist in her mouth to keep from making a noise. She had taken a worse beating then she thought, and took no joy in knowing her brother was at least as banged up as she was, with a bigger headache, no doubt. Even through her pain, she smiled, glad no one had called her bluff on the whole owning Tashio now thing. There was no way she could have killed her brother.
As she started to fall asleep, she felt a small amount of pride. She had beaten her master, so that must mean she was getting pretty good. 'And Hiei's still alive.' A voice whispered in her mind. She smiled at the thought. 'Yep. I don't know what he is, but I don't think he could have lived if they all turned on him. And none of my family died either.' Then she slept.
Hiei stood next to the bed. "Baka." He said, but quietly, so as not to wake her. She was in pain, that much was obvious; she was barely moving, even in sleep; but there was the faintest smile on her face. She was doing the blurring thing again. He reached out to touch her, but heard voices coming closer. Snatching away his hand, he disappeared into his room with none the wiser. There was a knock on his door, and when he opened it, Kurama was on the other side.
"We're meeting in the living room. Care to join?" Hiei followed without a word, not reacting in the slightest when they passed Syrin's room. When they entered the living room, Kuwabara was asking where Mysa was. Botan had been called to Spirit World.
"Mysa's... ah... making dinner in the kitchen."
"Shouldn't she be here too, if she is helping to protect you?" Kurama asked politely.
"I'll go get her." She left, and was back soon.
"She doesn't want the roast to burn. She said she'll be able to hear us anyway, so go ahead." Yusuke nodded.
"This should be simple enough. If you just stay in here, we can all take turns protecting you. Do you have a place for us to crash?" Syrin nodded, and they heard Mysa's voice call,
"Hey, Syrin, could you come in and help me real quick?" Syrin left again, and this time she wasn't back for a while. She was using these excuses to check up on Mysa, but Mysa was awake.
"Sorry about that. How long was I out?"
"Not long enough to heal, but long enough for the talk on stalking me to start. I told them you were cooking to give you an excuse, and used a tape recorder to fake your voice so I could check up on you, but this time you were awake. How do you feel?"
"Well, aside from being a bit chopped up, I feel fine. I really should be in there while you're talking."
"Eh. They're not doing anything new and original. Taking turns, imprisoning me in my own home, you know." Mysa got up anyway.
"I'm good. At least well enough to find out their names and then cook some dinner. I'm starved." She walked out of the room, though Syrin wanted to stop her, but didn't dare for fear of hurting her. Smiling, she walked into the living room and said,
"All right, everything looks okay in the kitchen. Since we're going to be working together for a while, I should probably know your names! I'm Mysa, by the way, and I'm sure you know Syrin."
"I'm Yusuke."
"I'm... well, you can call me Kurama."
"I'm Kuwabara, I like kittens, and I think you're really pretty." He took her hands, and caused a bolt of pain to shoot up her arm. Reflexively, she tore her good arm out of his grasp and clocked him upside the head. It made him let go, and as she thought on it, she decided that it had been the right thing to do.
"Nice meeting you." She gritted out, then swept out of the room, not limping through fierce effort. Syrin was shaking with silent laughter, and when she got a hold of herself, she said,
"Would you follow me to your rooms? Mysa will be making dinner, and you all should make yourselves at home while the roast cooks." Everyone went to their rooms but Hiei.
"She shouldn't be walking around."
"You want to tell her that?" He glared at her.
"I'm not her friend. I thought you might want to know. I'm not the one who cares." Then he went into his room. Syrin headed to hers. Mysa was already in there, and already had unpacked. This place was her second home; there wasn't much for her to add to the collection. When Syrin walked in, Mysa was polishing her red katana.
"Syrin, that guy is really creepy. But you know what? I think I should name this katana soon. I fought with it, and the one I fought with last time I named. Do you still have Sekhet(as with several ancient Egyptian deities, there are several ways of spelling the name)?" Syrin smiled.
"Of course I do." She opened a secret door and pulled out the sword. It was a deep green in color, with a silver and emerald cross guard and pommel. Water-like designs were also etched on it in silver. It looked as good as any in Mysa's room, but it wasn't nearly as sharp. It was more like Hiei's.
"I wish you would let me sharpen it." Mysa muttered.
"You won with it like this, and if it were any sharper I'd kill myself trying to use it."
"You'll get better."
"I don't care if I do. You know I'm not into swords and sword fighting like you are. I only took this one because you insisted."
"As a reminder of the day you became Family! Anyway, what did you want to ask me?"
"I hate it when you read my mind."
"My, aren't we cross today. I wasn't reading your mind; you're just easy to figure out."
"So says you. Whatever. You have to go cook a roast for dinner, before it gets too late. Besides, I'm hungry too. You can think of a name while cooking. Now, move!" Mysa laughed at her friend's bossiness and went into the kitchen, dragging Syrin behind her.
"This will go much faster with two cooks! Now, what do you have in the fridge?"
It was four when the roast started, and eight when dinner was served.
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W.W.- sitting in dark room, only one lamp, pausing to give an annoyed explanation I just got the sixth Potter book... and I'm not doing anything else until I finish it, so leave me the fuck alone! (A reporter risked her life today to bring this message to you, 7/16/05) Get off my computer!
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W.W.- the real one this time, not some shitty wannabe reporter I'm not gonna explain the last A/N, except to say... ALL RIGHT! I POSTED YOUR DAMN BLURB! GET THAT FUCKING KNIFE AWAY FROM MY NECK! (7/17/05) Oh, and I finished the book.
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"Ogre, make sure to give Botan the full report when she arrives."
"Yes sir."
"This is so very odd, Ogre. Why would someone break in, and not steal anything? And why in the middle of the day! The guards posted on the object said that they saw nothing, only that the object flew off the pedestal and then dropped to the floor! I want to know what happened!"
"Yes, sir."
"Just make sure she gets it."
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Yusuke sighed and leaned back. "That was great! The best I've ever had!" He exclaimed happily. Kuwabara was still gnawing on a bone, Kurama was conversing with Syrin, and Hiei, as usual, was silent. Syrin looked up from her conversation at Yusuke's remark, and grinned.
"The roast was dry and flavorless, the sauce was sour, the rice was undercooked, and the corn was saturated with water." Mysa shrugged off Syrin's insults, saying,
"Well, what can you expect from such a small and poorly stocked kitchen?" Daintily, she patted her mouth with a napkin and stood up. "And what always follows a good meal?"
"Dessert!" Kuwabara asked eagerly.
"Nope! The cooks resting while everyone else washes dishes! Careful not to break anything, guys!" Laughing, Mysa and Syrin deserted the room. After quite a bit of protesting and pure stubbornness, the dishes got done, though eventually Syrin and Mysa were found, and dragged into the kitchen to help. When it was done, Mysa eyed the bunch doubtfully.
"I know you can use a sword, at least," she said to Hiei, "but can any of the rest of you? Even a little?" Kuwabara nodded eagerly, Kurama gave a polite nod, and Yusuke shrugged. "Well, I think you should at least carry one around, so I brought you all some." She was gone before Kuwabara could protest that he had his own, and when she returned, she had the three black katana's from before. Handing them off to the guys, she listed them off in her head. 'Well, Kurama seems like a subtle power guy... so he can have the one with the gold design. Yusuke could probably be fast if he wanted to, so he gets the blue one. The creepy idiot doesn't appear to have much skill, so he can get the silver wire one.' That settled, she continued with what she had been saying before.
"Attackers just seem to be more hesitant when you're openly carrying a weapon. And it's quite clear that someone will need to be with Syrin all the time. Thankfully, her parents are out of town for the next couple of weeks, so they don't have to be informed about any of this. I'll take watch on Syrin all night, but that leaves the entire day to split between you guys, because I'll be sleeping then, so you all can figure out those shifts. Also, from now on, the electrical traps will be switched on. Only half on during the day, when you all are up and about, but fully on at night, which means I hope you all have really good eye sight or bladders of steel. That's because once the power is fully on, there's no way to walk through the house without dying, not even for a flea. Luckily, there's a bathroom in your rooms, and a very faint stripe of lighter carpet leading to it. If you stray off the path, it sends a bunch of electric jolts up your spine, and paralyzes you." At their incredulous looks, Mysa shrugged and said, "Syrin likes her traps. The only reason I know anything about them at all is because she talks about them a lot." She shot a glance at her friend, and Syrin quickly said,
"Hey, why are we just listening? Follow me, and I can show you what they do." They followed her, except for Mysa, with Kurama in the lead, quite fascinated by the traps. When Mysa saw them leave, she unclenched her jaw and sank down into a chair at the table, sighed heavily, then shut her eyes, trying not to move.
Apparently they hadn't all left.
"You're bleeding through on your leg." Mysa jumped, but only a little; she didn't have energy enough for more. Hiei sat across the table from her. Then she smiled slightly, and opened her eyes.
"Nothing gets past you, huh?" She joked. Hiei just sat there. The dream from this morning, a dream she had almost forgotten, pushed slightly on her conscience, and the fleeting thought that he might attack her fluttered through her brain. Her smile faded as she continued to look at him. Very serious, she turned to give him her full attention.
"I apologize. For Syrin, and her behavior earlier. It was extremely rude of her, and I'm sorry if it offended you. I hope you don't hold it against her. She didn't mean to insult you, it's just with her being so tall, everyone looks very young to her." Mysa grimaced. "When she had the barest centimeter on me, she paraded it around for forever, and that year she bought me a set of baby bibs. Gr. And now she's tall, and I'm not. Anyway, I just wanted you to know that she didn't mean to hurt your feelings." She smiled brightly. "And as to the bleeding, I might have just ripped a stitch or two, but I'll be better soon. I heal very fast." She stood up, and he followed suit. "Well, to minimize your all's work, I suppose we should retreat to our rooms now." Looking at the clock, she was shocked to see it was ten. "How did dinner take so long!"
"Kuwabara took forever to finish." Hiei said.
"Yeah. I'm not sure if I should take it as a compliment or throw up from having been forced to watch him eat." She shuddered, and Hiei bit back a laugh. He must be more tired then he thought, that was the second time today that he had almost laughed. Mysa paused at the doorway. "You coming?" She waited until he caught up with her, and for the first time Hiei noticed that she was in fact not that much taller then he was. Barely half a head. She smiled at him, and absently placed her hand on his shoulder. "Sleep well, my friend." Then she walked out into the hall, where Syrin was giving her demonstration. With a nod to her friend, Mysa disappeared into their room, and collapsed once more on the trundle bed.
Hiei didn't move from where he had been, stunned. The human was crazy, trusting so easily! They had only met that day, and already she was calling him friend. He ignored the small amount of pleasure that gave him, pushing it aside with anger. If she kept on this way she would be dead in no time.
"And this is one of my proudest works. It's the main electrical trap for the whole house, you see." She pulled out a small bag of feathers(of course she carries a bag of feathers with her, don't you!), and asked them to line up in the middle of the hall. "You don't want to be incinerated. And with the flip of a switch–" A zinging noise filled the air "– we have a weapon! I'll show you what it does." She took out a handful of feathers and carefully tossed them out of the middle of the hall. Sharp knives descended on the feathers, and all that remained were burned out of existence when they touched the carpet. "The only way to turn this off or to turn it on fully is in my room. I'm going to bed now, so as soon as you all get in your rooms, yell ready so I won't kill you when I turn it on. Be careful to stay in the center of the hallway until you reach your door." With a friendly smile and a polite goodnight, she entered her room and closed the door firmly behind her. Kuwabaka (Kuwabara, I mean! Well, wait, no I don't)yawned and quickly went into his room to sleep off the meal that took him a full two hours to eat. Yusuke also went into his room, Kurama left for his, and Hiei the same.
But Hiei didn't stay in his room. As the shouts rang out, Hiei quickly left through his window, and climbed the tree conveniently placed next to Syrin's window. This time, he felt Kurama approach, though he made no move to greet the fox.
"Why aren't you staying in your room, Hiei?"
"The ningen female with red and black hair–"
"Mysa." Kurama said, an undercurrent of amusement in his voice over his friend refusing to say the woman's name.
"That one. She'll make a poor guard. I couldn't care less about the other girl, but I don't want any competition if I decide to take over this world some day."
"Now Hiei, why would you say she'd make a poor guard? She moves like a fighter, and the 'other girl', Syrin, really has managed to make some very clever traps. I'm honestly impressed with her work."
"Mysa is injured badly on her leg, her arm, and possibly other places." Kurama just looked thoughtful at the statement.
"Injured? Really. I couldn't tell. She didn't act like it, she didn't walk like it. She must be a very strong ningen to behave like that if she was as badly hurt as you say."
"Stubborn baka is what she is." Hiei said in a disgusted voice.
"Do you know how she was injured?"
"No. She won't tell me."
"Why don't you just read her mind?" Hiei couldn't explain his reluctance to do so; he didn't really know why he was so repelled by the thought. So he brushed it off.
"Hn. Like it matters. I wouldn't waste a drop of my energy on her, and finding out why some stupid human is getting hurt. Will you leave me be and stop pestering me now?" Kurama smiled at his grumpy friend and walked back into his room, leaping through his window, then joining the chorus of shouts that meant they were all ready. He even faked Hiei's voice (Syrin had explained earlier what she had done to be able to leave the room, and that she used it to spy on people sometimes, but she hadn't mentioned her friend's injury) so they would believe everyone was in bed. He was surprised how good he was at it.
"Well, that's the last of them. Your grumpy shorty just shouted."
"He's not MINE! I don't want him! Geez, Syrin; just because you have a boyfriend now you think you can and pair me up in your little head with anyone you want." 'And he's not short!' She added in her mind.
"Having a boyfriend has nothing to do with it! You know I love to play matchmaker for you!" Mysa groaned in painful remembrance.
"It took me weeks to shake off that guy! He almost started stalking me! Why the hell did you give him those forged love notes!"
"Because I enjoy your misery, duh."
"Why do I even bother with you?"
"Because you couldn't do anything without me." They looked at each other and started cracking up over the shared memory of the guy Syrin had tricked into thinking Mysa liked him. What neither had known at the time was that the guy had had a powerful crush on Mysa for years. Arrogantly, Mysa flipped her hair over her shoulder on the way to the bathroom to change into her bed clothes.
"It's not MY fault guys find me irresistible! I can't help being beautiful." Syrin was rocking with laughter as Mysa ducked into the bathroom. After she came out, Syrin waited until Mysa had gotten slowly into the trundle bed before turning the power fully on. The zing in the air because slightly louder, and it seemed to Mysa that a metallic taste invaded her mouth. Grimacing, she made a weird face that quickly changed to horror as she saw Syrin take a flying leap for her bed, over the place where she should have been walking. When her friend had safely landed on the sheets, Mysa let out an explosive breath.
"I WISH YOU WOULDN'T DO THAT! SOMEDAY YOU'RE JUST GOING TO BE THE LITTLEST BIT OFF, AND YOU'RE GOING TO KILL YOURSELF!" Syrin laughed at her friend's concern.
"Never. I perfected it. You really worry too much sometimes." Mysa sighed, and put her hands behind her head, her sword resting close by her side.
"Hey, Syrin."
"Yeah?"
"You remember Rakt'shi?"
"What about him?" She asked sullenly. A silence, then, "You're not thinking of him because of what happened to me today, are you? You don't think he had anything to do with it?"
"No, or if he did, it doesn't matter. He died yesterday afternoon. The police discovered his body this morning."
"Oh." Hiei heard no emotion in her voice; with a flash of anger that surprised him, he wondered who Rakt'shi was, and why Mysa's voice was so solemn sounding. "How did he die?"
"Murdered, just like I always thought he would be. They think it was a drive-by murder, just a spur of the moment one. Sis thinks, along with the rest of the family, that he was killed by a drug dealer, because he couldn't pay for his coke. I agree." There was a silence in the room.
Syrin snorted loudly in contempt. "Well, he got what he deserved, less even. Don't try pretending that you're sad, you know I won't buy it. I was there the whole time you were recovering, I know what happened." She thought a minute, then something occurred to her that made her laugh. "That's another reason you put up with me. If we ever hated each other, ALL secrets would be out. And, your Family would probably kill me. I know too much."
"Oh, shut up. You're my best friend, and there's no way we could ever hate each other. If there was, by now we wouldn't be able to stand each other. So let's get OFF this subject, and on to a more entertaining one."
"Like?"
"Your call, I picked the last one."
"Bitch, you just don't want to think."
"Yep."
"Well, then, for that, I'll just have to punish you." Syrin launched into a complete description of her new boyfriend, comparing him with every other even remotely cute guy they had seen that day, forcing Mysa to listen. Eventually, her talk wore down, as Mysa voiced frequent complaints (that Hiei silently seconded; he was getting physically ill with boredom listening to the human ramble about some boy) and their talk somehow became discussing the boys that were protecting her. Hiei gaped in horror and surprise as the girls viciously dissected each of them, breaking them down into several parts, praising and insulting each feature. He had to smirk when he heard the sound thrashing Kuwabara was given, on both his mental health and physical prowess, and was slightly discomforted when he and Kurama equaled each other.
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W.W.- I've actually had that conversation with myself, because there was no one around as I was writing this part. I also just spent a couple minutes seeing a whole bunch of anime guys in boxers... BOXERS ROCK! I think they're a lot sexier then briefs or a Speedo. I had them all sorted for color by personality... WHAT! Anime guys are sexy in boxers! (Shrinks into self) Stop staring at me...
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Eventually the talk in the room died down (at about one, pretty early), and Hiei dared to move to the end of the branch and even climb onto the window sill. Nothing happened. Until he tried touching the window itself. A painful shock went through his hand, not enough to stop him, but enough to warn him off. He smirked at Syrin's plan. She really thought that if someone got close enough to the house with nothing happening, they'd just try to barge right in. Of course, humans are so stupid, that may of been the case, had they been dealing with normal people. 'Demons... this might just amuse.' He tried to grasp the window and pull it open, but he was given a much fiercer shock, that actually hurt badly. It was like a spike through the brain. Jerking his hands away, he contented himself with sitting on the ledge, staring in the window.
They were both asleep; he could tell by their regular breathing (and the fact that they hadn't stopped talking until recently; that was a big giveaway). Mysa was curled up in a ball, her sword close under her cheek. Syrin was sprawled all over her bed, and had somehow come to rest with her head at the foot of the bed. Hiei saw something out of the corner of his eye, and took a closer look at the girl with the sword.
A black mist started to issue from her mouth, and envelope her. At first he thought it was something sinister, and he wrenched the window open, though it hurt a lot, and would have at least knocked out a human for a couple days, if not caused serious brain damage, and jumped through the opening, as quietly as possible. When he reached Mysa, though, he saw that the mist was not hurting her; it was healing her. As he watched, the cuts on her hand scabbed, scarred and disappeared. But still he sensed no spirit energy. Cautiously, he reached out and touched the edge of the mist. It was cold beyond belief, so cold it burned. Snatching his abused hand back, he sucked on the finger tips as he watched the mist go about it's work. A large wound on her back slowly healed up, the mist was pulled into the wound, and the healing process occurred, closing neatly, with no trace that it was ever there. (I just remembered something. Hiei, when he jumped into the room, he landed on the edge of the trundle bed, so he wasn't shocked by the traps)
The mist started to reach out toward him, and nimbly Hiei jumped away, forgetting for a moment about the carpet in the rooms, which instead of killing could temporarily paralyze you. He made a small noise out of shock and pain, then quickly jumped back to the window sill. Mysa moved in her sleep, and for a moment Hiei thought that he might have woken her; but no, she just turned over, and yanked the sheets. Her legs stuck out from under the covers, and Hiei saw that she had long, threadlike scars on them (not the really stick out type, just pretty big), though a bandage was covering most of her left leg. The mist didn't go anywhere near them, seemed to think that they didn't exist. With one last look around the room, Hiei resumed his watch from the outside, where hopefully nothing would shock him.
Once safely out of reach, Hiei took a deep breath, forced away his reluctance to try and read Mysa's mind, and plunged in. A coldness enveloped him, a burning cold like the mist that surrounded her. He knew he was in her mind, but he couldn't see anything, he was completely surrounded by the deep black. Images of a battle filled with blood flew by him, and he knew she was dreaming. 'But why can't I see the whole dream? Why can't I read her thoughts!' Pulling himself together, he drew out of her mind as quickly as he could; finally he could see, and he was no longer so cold. Looking at Mysa, the only reaction he could see was that she mumbled something and turned her face away from the window.
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A darkness in front of you parts, and you're able to see two ghostly white figures holding swords, standing, tense, surrounded by the night, their heads cocked, listening.
(He's trying to get in.) Their mouths don't move, but you can hear them speak.
(Don't worry about it. I'll throw up a couple images, and he'll leave. They always do.)
(Okay, he's gone. Now that I'm sure he's not listening; did you get it?)
(Yes. But it's not enough.)
(What do you mean! It HAS to be enough! I want this to end.)
(No matter what I do, it will never be enough. WE have to do it.)
(We?)
(Us. Working together. To save her.)
(Can we do that?)
(We can try and see. Just remember; no one else can know. Now, continue with your training.) One of the figures begins to move with breathtaking speed and skill. Soon, the black night swallows them up, and they fade out of your sight, like the souls of the dead...