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Azarni flinched as the unspoken plea boomed into her mind, a hand shooting up to clutch at the side of her head. It was deafening.

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She'd always been a well known empath. Starting at an early age, people remarked to her mother about how in tune she seemed to be with the emotions of others. They didn't have to say a word for her to know- from trying to contain an exciting surprise to having a bad day. Azarni was always there ready to share in the joy or offer a shoulder to cry on.

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Her heart hurt. She wanted to reach for the girl, to hold and comfort her.

Aza recovered just in time to see Shiara make her leap. She wasn't a fighter, she'd never had to throw a punch in her life, on the outside there was nothing about her even remotely dangerous. When Shiara made her move though, there was a last pleading look in Azarni's eyes before she squeezed them shut. Tears that had been building up in her eyes fell down her cheeks and there was a sound in her throat that built up into a loud pained wail- and the shimmering orbs that had been bubbling on the skin of her hands ruptured into a wave of energy around her so quickly it sucked the air around them up like a vacuum.

[i]“I don’t want to do this.”[/i]

Then it exploded. Detonating like a bomb, several booms and cracks were heard as the force of the psionic blast burst out of her and collided with and snapped branches right off the trees.

She told them. She'd pleaded with them, but they wouldn't listen.