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[h2][color=92278f]Natalya Ivanov[/color][/h2]
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[b][u]Location:[/u][/b] Gymnasium
[b][u]Interacting with[/u][/b]: [@Archmage MC] Light
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Natalya shuffled her feet in the silence following her "demonstration". It could have been worse. Now, everyone at least knows exactly what she is. That was the point of their little exercise, right? Sure, she couldn't make things disappear, but could she even handle such a dangerous power? As others stepped up to show off their ridiculously dangerous abilities, Natalya felt a sudden wave of relief. She would never have to worry about accidentally blowing up someone she loved. Or, in the case of their token robot, not even know what it feels like to love someone. 

Perhaps her and Seven shared more than just a birthplace. It had been so long since Natalya felt love for another individual. When there are stronger emotions than love, they can often overpower an individual. Anger. Regret. Sadness. Shame. She wouldn't ever stop loving her brothers and her sister, but surely that love has been replaced over time. Her Dmitri and his beaming smile was no longer an image she recognized. Instead, it was replaced with a face of fear, of desperation. She couldn't help but imagine the questions that he was asking himself: Why did she leave me? Why isn't she here to protect me? 

Because she ran.

Natalya felt a tear roll down her cheek. The mere thought of what she had done sent her emotions spiraling. In an attempt to control her emotions, she began to fidget with her arms. She needed a distraction. If her mind were to wander much more, she would end up in a ball on the ground. 

[color=lightblue]"Hiya. Why are you so nervous?"[/color]

Natalya jumped as she felt someone touch her shoulder. She quickly wiped off her face and turned to greet the pale-faced girl, Light.

[color=92278f]"Oh, I'm not nervous... Deep in thought, I guess you would say,"[/color] she said. Her voice had broken slightly, even though Natalya had tried to conceal her emotions. Hopefully the girl didn't push the subject. All it would take is a second, and her voice would recover. This interaction was just what she needed. Someone who was genuinely happy. 

[color=92278f]"Light, yes? That is a pretty name. I meant to ask: In your dress, you have only bombs? Did the explosion not harm your face? Is a "toon" some form of alien?"[/color] She hadn't purposefully bombarded her with questions, but they had just sort of slipped out in a desperate attempt to distract the girl from her emotions that slowly faded from her face.