[b]"I've known Reala since we were children, Nathan. She would always visit me so we could play despite refusing to live with anyone. Ranathia wanted to take her in as her own, but Reala refused saying she didn't want to burden anyone with her problems."[/b] Meira paused for a moment as she sighed trying to forget about everything that had happened. Though she wasn't about to forget about her sister who needed someone to be there for her. A person who would save her from the darkness within her loneliness. [b]"You can have any opinion you want about her, but she's my sister and we've known each other since we were children. You will not change my view over my own sister so do not even try. I know her better than anyone and your view of her is completely off. She grew stronger on her own without anyone's help and she finds she would get weaker if she accepted anyone's help. That's why she feels she has to do everything herself. Because she felt she was too weak to defeat her mother's killer. So she now has to get stronger so that she can confront them again. Try as you must, Nathan but you will never understand Reala or my Aunt Ranathia."[/b] She paused for a moment as her eyes shifted into a more definite expressive position, [b]"I won't allow you to badmouth them. Remember that, Nathan."[/b]
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"What's that?"[/b] Meira questioned when Nathan showed her a flyer of some tournament that was going to enlist people from the schools to enter. She wasn't entirely sure why it was being held, but if it included the word "[u]dark[/u]" it meant there were no rules other than the occassional ring out. Meaning people would fight until the death if necessary and the opponent could kill their target without consequence.