[color=aquamarine][center][h2]Aya[/h2][/center][/color]
[i][color=aquamarine]Five times,[/color][/i] Aya thought to herself as the knight addressed her once again. Shifting uncomfortably, she looked down as he marveled at her power. Sure it was pretty to look at, but what good was it really? Besides, it'd never been something she'd been particularly proud of anyway. She forced herself to breathe as she felt his hand on hers. All she had to do was use her power again, but the thought made her hesitate – the image of her father's face appeared in her mind. His sad eyes as he realized what his daughter was, how he tried to smile through the pain for her, as though making some false reassurance…

Aya cut herself off by snapping her and the man back into their bodies. Sensation rushed back into the world, the LA heat, the mass or colors, the sounds of the fight… The sharp metal edges of the knight's armor were once again digging into her skin. There was another man standing behind him, with a hand on the knight's shoulder. Though his voice had been slightly muffled from beyond the veil, it was now clear as day in Aya's still ringing ears. She hurried to climb down from her 'savior's' arms, swaying a bit as her shaky legs struggled to support her, but quickly finding her balance.

[color=aquamarine]"Um,"[/color] she started, [color=aquamarine]"Right, well… thank you."[/color] Aya shifted away from him, feeling vulnerable with this man who now knew her secret. She glanced between the two strangers, then back down the block. The commotion was too far away for Aya to make out clearly, but it seemed like fighting was still going on. Something pulled in her to go and… do something. [i]Help.[/i] But what was she supposed to do? How could she be expected to keep up with people like Edge, or people carrying guns? Besides, this wasn't her fight. But even as she told herself that, she chewed her lip in uncertainty. [i]Wasn't[/i] this her fight? She was a Meta after all, no matter how much she hid it.

But no. Aya had no place in fights or politics or any of that. The image of Edge emerging from the building, blood and bodies clearly visible behind him, flashed through her mind and she shuddered. Giving her head a small shake, she turned her attention back to the knight. 

[color=aquamarine]"I'll just, uh, go then. If you need to… help over there or something, you can go. I'm fine. Thanks. Again."[/color] Her cheeks began to color as her stammering went on, and she quickly turned on her heel. She was ready to leave the knight and the bodies behind, and hide in the relative safety of her apartment. Of her normal life. Though it seemed she'd be taking the path through the ghetto home today.