Calliope clutched at Alexander as he held her, her sobs increasing. What had she done? It didn't matter that it was self preservation, that she would have died had she not killed the other woman. She [i] had[/i] killed her, in cold blood, and gods, what had she done?! It was perhaps a good thing Calliope could not see herself in the mirror, could not see the blood on her nightclothes and hands. It would only serve to drive her further into hysterics.

[i]"We have to go, or we'll all die here..."[/i]

After an evening of not feeling much of anything, Calliope was consumed by fear and guilt. She didn't feel like she even had the strength to move, even with the threat of death. "I...I killed her..." Calliope sobbed out. "I didn't mean to... I don't... she would have me but I shouldn't have..." Calliope sobbed harder, holding onto Alexander like he was the only thing keeping her in this world. "I can't...I can't..." Calliope didn't know what it was she couldn't do; but it seemed clear that she was terrified. Terrified of the situation, and of what she had just done.