Meenah glanced up from where she had been standing and staring at her trident, spots of Aranea's blood still on it. She bit her lip, sighing after a bit. It had been her fault and Aranea still had trusted her.
She had fucked up and nothing would be able to make it up. She glanced up when she heard someone behind her, hand on her trident. "What do you want?" She growled at the one that had come over.
She glanced back at Latula, her gaze hardening. "I just came to see if you were okay." Latula sighed.
"I'm fine, I would be even better if it weren't my fault." She muttered, looking down.
"It was an accident." Latula said as gently as she could.
"But she's dead. Because of me!" Meenah snarled, gribbing her trident tighter before angrily stabbing Latula, only imagining Aranea and anger. It was the same way she had died.