Cattypea found herself suddenly overwhelmed, annoyed at what Marinette was saying. "I never said we can't live, but there's no point doing something completely life threatening. I don't know about you, but I'd rather be alive to do all I've dreamed about since I was barely five." 

[i]"Momma! Daddy!" She felt like she had been yelling for hours, but they wouldn't reply. Her throat hurt, her eyes were sore. She had been bleeding from a cut, but that had stopped. "Mommy!" She sobbed, "Daddy!"[/i]

Her eyes slammed shut tight, as the memory flashed through her mind quickly. She took a few seconds to compose herself, before continuing. "I have to call my uncle and my aunt" She said, turning away, and opening the in game phone. She didn't take long to talk to her uncle, to tell him what was happening. She didn't need to see the fear in his eyes, the worry, to know what went through his mind. 

[i]what if you don't come back?[/i] They had raised her since she was five. They had treated her like their own, and cared for her. In many ways, she was their daughter, she knew. And her uncle feared for her like she was, and feared for his sisters child. 

She managed a smile and said, "I'll be okay. I have good people with me. I'll survive" She said, and said goodbye. Then she turned back to the others, composed, and said, "I'm ready. I'm not sure I'm ready to fight dragons, if they exist though"