"If you understood my feelings then you would understand that you can never just offer to replace a life like that" Rachel muttered, not even flinching as the scythe came at her, it landed just in front of Rachel embedded into the wood like it wanted to go there with Archer as the means to move.
"And if you think you can win my trust and affection by offering to replace a loved one like they are nothing, after you slaughtered them like a savage, metal case freak then you need to think again and do you really think a simple apology will make up for what you have done to me and the others in this group?. oh and I'm not a freak I'm an abomination. Get it right demon now stop talking to me" she hissed, her hands clenching as she used the word she hated so much on herself.
Rachel glanced to her scythe for a moment before sending it off with her magic, to an unknown place but a place she knows can safely store her weapons.