[b]“You’re right, it [i]is[/i] pathetic.“[/b] She said rather coldly. Savayna would stand up. [b]“We all have hardships in our life, and if we sulk on them, we will never grow, we will never be the person that our loved ones wanted us to be.”[/b] Savayna said, [b]“if you let even your worst memories bring you down and actually want to relive it, then you really don’t deserve to be with us or be with me for that matter.”[/b] Savayna said as she eyed Grant. “It’s time to make a choice, dear ol’ Prince.” She said crossing her arms across her chest. [b]“Will you allow yourself to be this pathetic person and stay here while you relive your worst moments of your life or will you grow a pair and show me the man that you claimed you were —the man that took me like none has before last night, and dammit, the man I fucking love to death?” [/b]She said as she uncrossed her arms. She bent her left arm and took her right hand, extended her index and middle fingers and tapped her wrist as if signaling that time was ticking. ----- As Wesley said that he deserved this fate, Nadeline would begin to cut him off, and just as she was going to finish, she was cut off by a bullet from Grant’s gun. She would look at the two, herself and Grant. The other her was preparing holy and so the real Nadeline would use sleepga on her other self and Grant. The spell would put the other Nadeline to sleep, but Grant was too fast. They would exchange blows, some of which would include a few gun shots, some arcane magick, and a few rolls from Nadeline. The end result, however, was Nadeline slicing at Grant’s head and him fading away as a black cloud-like substance. Once that was finished, Nadeline would head over to Wesley, who was still in his chains. She would slice up the chains and Wesley would fall towards the ground as the only thing keeping him standing were the chains. As he would fall forward, Nadeline caught him and embraced him. She would tell him that he has nothing to feel sorry for or hadn’t done anything wrong. She would remind him that he’s been nothing but wonderful to Nadeline and that she should be the one to apologize. Wesley’s eyes started to water, and as she would tell him to believe in her, he found the strength to wrap his arms around her and he said few words as he would release all the guilt and sadness he was feeling. He let out a loud cry. [b]“I do believe in you, I do.”[/b] That was all he said. His crying was the only sounds his mouth would make, tears floating from his face onto Nadeline’s clothing and the cold, stone floor. ----- As Emiri — or whoever it was — reached out to him, Jaakuna backed away. He didn’t know what was going on, but he definitely knew this person wasn’t Emiri. They may have her face, her mannerisms, and even the way her voice sounds, but Jaakuna knew his baby cakes, and this person in front of him didn’t him just didn’t feel right in his heart. That’s one thing that this person couldn’t fake, whoever it is. Even when she would try to ease his worry, Jaakuna wasn’t buying it. Just as she was going to make the pitch about how hard it was to believe, Jaakuna heard something from behind him. [b]“What the actual fuck is going on!?”[/b] Jaakuna asked in a shout. He saw…three Emiris? Now how was that even possible. He saw one over another and had a dagger above her with one hand and the other binding one of the arms of the Emiri on the ground. As the Emiri on top of the other looked at Jaakuna, she would take the dagger and bring it down. Jaakuna didn’t think. [b]“STOP!” [/b]Jaakuna yelled out and the dagger stopped. [b]“I don’t know what the fuck is going on, but someone better tell me the real story or I’m gonna have to slap some bitches with my fist.”[/b] Jaakuna said clearly confused as fuck and equally as pissed off. ----- Francis grinned at Shion’s comment about the size of something and how one uses it. Clearly they were flirting with each other and Francis dug it. Then, she would make a wager. She waged that if she won, Francis would stop looking for information on Utena, and she would ask him what he would like to wage. Francis smiled. [b]“Oh, I am a man of simple tastes. “ [/b]He said, [b]“If I win this sparring match,you allow me the honor of taking you on a date of the caliber that a fine woman like you deserves.”[/b] He said winking to her. [b]“Are we in agreement?"[/b]