Brisa grabbed under one of Misty’s arms and helped Jenna pull her over to the couch. “I’ve never seen her act like this before.” She said. “I mean, we’ve all seen her angry,” she added ruefully, “but never like this.”

"Neither have I." Jenna said, shaking her head. She rolled Misty on her side and draped a blanket over her. She looked around at everyone. "You all are hurt. You need to see a doctor. Being kidnapped and attacked will often give people post traumatic stress disorder, also known as PTSD. You should be evaluated by a psychologist trained in that area." Jenna said.

"Got it!" Toby said excitedly when he successfully opened the case. He pulled out the guns and bullets, and loaded them into his backpack. He turned around and crashed into Jessi, who had been walking behind it. "'Scuze me, gotta go." He said, running downstairs.
"Where are you going? Stop!" She yelled at him. He stopped when he got to the kitchen and turned around. "Fine. I'm going to get the poison, no matter how long or how dangerous it is. I'm going to find a way to destroy it, probably involve throwing it into space." He said glaring at her.
"I will not let you do that! You are going to die!" Jessi yelled at him, standing in front of him.
"No I won't, I will be perfectly fine! The only person that will get hurt is you if you don't get out of my way." He snarled.
"Oh no, I'm so scared. What do you plan to do? You won't be able to beat me in a fight, you never have been."
Toby growled. He was frustrated, and he needed to do something, anything.
 
Bleddyn carefully arranged her elbows down on the countertop she was facing and kept her face turned away from him.
She considered remaining gravely mute...but here was a chance to get it out without having a horrible upheaval of emotions on the other end...
"Obviously," she muttered weakly after a long silence, her voice cracking miserably. "She's my aunt, Wolfram. My mother's sister."
"I'm so sorry, Bleddyn. I'm so sorry you lost her. No one deserves to get put through the pain of loosing someone, especially someone close to you." Wolfram whispered, his voice sounding almost guilty. He lifted a hand, and gently put it on her shoulder. "I wish I could do something to help."
 
"I'm so sorry, Bleddyn. I'm so sorry you lost her. No one deserves to get put through the pain of loosing someone, especially someone close to you." Wolfram whispered, his voice sounding almost guilty. He lifted a hand, and gently put it on her shoulder. "I wish I could do something to help."
"But it's not me," she muttered dully, but didn't move to dislodge his hand. The hostility she'd labored to build back up between them had again fallen to futility, but she no longer cared. Her own hands were giving up on cradling her face, slowly dropping her chin onto the counter. "It's Uncle Thomas, who just lost his wife. Mom, who just lost her sister. Alice and Car-Camilla, who... don't have their mom anymore. I just can't imagine..."
She abruptly straightened up and turned to look him squarely in the eyes.
Her ice blues searched his imploringly. "You just lost your mom...yet you're somehow still going." Her last words were much more of a stupefied question than a statement. How?
 
"But it's not me," she muttered dully, but didn't move to dislodge his hand. The hostility she'd labored to build back up between them had again fallen to futility, but she no longer cared. Her own hands were giving up on cradling her face, slowly dropping her chin onto the counter. "It's Uncle Thomas, who just lost his wife. Mom, who just lost her sister. Alice and Car-Camilla, who... don't have their mom anymore. I just can't imagine..."
She abruptly straightened up and turned to look him squarely in the eyes.
Her ice blues searched his imploringly. "You just lost your mom...yet you're somehow still going." Her last words were much more of a stupefied question than a statement. How?
"I'm still going because that's what she would have wanted." His eyes met her icy blue ones, his shoulders heaving with a shrug. "She always told me to keep going no matter what, that I always had to stay strong. I'm grieving, but I have to keep going. For her." His eyes seemed to darken slightly, betraying exactly how he felt inside. He let out a barely audible hiss, trying to grasp the right words, but none came to him.
 
"I'm still going because that's what she would have wanted." His eyes met her icy blue ones, his shoulders heaving with a shrug. "She always told me to keep going no matter what, that I always had to stay strong. I'm grieving, but I have to keep going. For her." His eyes seemed to darken slightly, betraying exactly how he felt inside. He let out a barely audible hiss, trying to grasp the right words, but none came to him.
"Then screw everybody who keeps putting you down for being weak, 'cuz I don't think a weak person can just get up and surge forward after a fall like that," Bleddyn declared softly, but there was a sudden ferocity in her words.
She went quiet for a few heartbeats as she fought against the urge to place her hand on his shoulder- an amicable gesture of support that she was still loathe to return just yet.
"I should hate to be saying this...but...you've got admirable resolve... even if you do have to break down a couple times along the way. "
 
"Then screw everybody who keeps putting you down for being weak, 'cuz I don't think a weak person can just get up and surge forward after a fall like that," Bleddyn declared softly, but there was a sudden ferocity in her words.
She went quiet for a few heartbeats as she fought against the urge to place her hand on his shoulder- an amicable gesture of support that she was still loathe to return just yet.
"I should hate to be saying this...but...you've got admirable resolve... even if you do have to break down a couple times along the way. "
Wolfram was shocked by the sudden ferocity he didn't expect from her, and blinked at her for several heartbeats, as if unsure if she had actually said something like that to him. "Well, um, I mean...thanks Bleddyn..." He murmured. "But, I um, I...that's not really true..."
 
Wolfram was shocked by the sudden ferocity he didn't expect from her, and blinked at her for several heartbeats, as if unsure if she had actually said something like that to him. "Well, um, I mean...thanks Bleddyn..." He murmured. "But, I um, I...that's not really true..."
Bleddyn snorted, something that could've been interpreted as amusement if her eyes weren't so sad. "How is it not true, exactly?" Her head lowered as the spontaneous spark of uplifting resolute died within her. "I personally would've given up long ago if I was in your shoes."
 
Bleddyn snorted, something that could've been interpreted as amusement if her eyes weren't so sad. "How is it not true, exactly?" Her head lowered as the spontaneous spark of uplifting resolute died within her. "I personally would've given up long ago if I was in your shoes."
(The WolfDyn ship is so strong!:yesss:)
 
Bleddyn snorted, something that could've been interpreted as amusement if her eyes weren't so sad. "How is it not true, exactly?" Her head lowered as the spontaneous spark of uplifting resolute died within her. "I personally would've given up long ago if I was in your shoes."
"You don't know how many times I've fallen and couldn't get back up. I've always relied on my mother. If it weren't for her I would never have gotten up." He sighed softly, his face falling into a even deeper frown. "I am weak. It's just the way it is. I can pretend to be the strong one but it only lasts so long." He lifted his hand from her shoulder, pushing a strand of hair away from her lowered face gently. "Thanks for thinking that though."
 

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