As the Salvager slashed her throat with a needle, Pallas's life flashed before her eyes. [i][color=f26522]"This is it,"[/color][/i] she thought to herself. [color=f26522][i]"I'm really going to die this time. I've had a good run, right? Though I didn't get to do all of the things I wanted yet. I hope, at least, Edward will be alright." [/i][/color] 

As her consciousness was starting to drift away, she felt a burning, bloodied pair of lips hurriedly placed on top of her own. The act seemed to grip onto her soul, forcing it to stay in this earthly body. Pallas did not need to open her eyes to know who it was, though it felt like a dream. There was only one person in the world with such a warm presence and there was only one person that she knew would do that for her: Seloria. 

But why was she here? Pallas has not seen her at all the entire two years since she has left to become a bounty hunter. Oh, how she had missed her but did not dare find her until she had accomplished something worthy of making her teacher proud. Instead, she had to save Pallas once again. If she was not in such a critical situation, she would be feeling ashamed by that. No, right now, she was afraid. What was going to happen to Seloria now? How can she take on such monsters? Pallas was not aware of Seloria's powers and even though she knew her teacher was strong, was she strong enough to take on the Salvagers?  

Pallas' wounds were still in the process of healing when she was placed in front of Gharlyc and Edward. She did not awake from her near-death experience but a word managed to escape her lips. [color=f26522][i]"Sel....oria..."[/i][/color]
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