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"[Color=fdc68a]Oh! You should be careful.[/color]"

Yuki was surprised that the demigoddess had awoken and gotten up. In all honesty, she should have been resting. With all the energy she had spent, Yuki was surprised that Xoxi was able to get up at all. Her energy still seemed to be low. Yuki thought that she must be exhausted after everything that seemed to have happened.

Yuki tried to avoid eye contact. Without Claire being awake, Yuki might as well have been on her own talking to the girl. That meant that she wasn't as...social now. Claire was the only one that could help her open up, so when she spoke in response, she spoke in a whisper.

"[Color=fdc68a]I-I'm...Yuki...[/color]"

[center]Meanwhile...[/center]

Claire dreamed in her unconscious state...no, not dreamed. Claire's dreams involved her music and her sister. This was no dream. It was a void. An empty space crafted by her mind to allow her to think on what had happened. Here, she could calm down and figure out what where and why.

Yuki had appeared. Yuki had appeared and stopped her. Yuki was still alive...which meant that everything Claire had done was out of some stupid misguidance. She had been foolish...no. Beyond that. She had been outright stupid. Claire had done exactly what she had been trying not to do, and that was go on a rampage out of anger and trickery. The mistakes of the old gods seemed to persist into the new generation. Even into Claire, who openly despised it.

She had to apologize to Cia. She just had to. She attacked out of misguided anger and selective sight. She threw insults at a goddess that had just spent 30 years recovering from her own mistakes. Claire screeched out the tragedy of Cia's action in an attempt to make her feel horrible as the music goddess attempted to MURDER her. She even caused her first new friend in who knows how long to hate her...Oh no. Claire had to apologize t

Despite that...Claire felt that a simple apology would not be enough. A thousand apologies would never be enough...

As she continued to think of some other way to make it up to them, she heard a voice. It sounded...familiar. She thought and thought, and then came to a memory. Yes, this voice was the one that kept urging her to kill. To kill harder, to kill quickly, to kill more than just Cia. The thought of someone trying to influence her left her miffed about things. She knew that it was initially herself that brought about the anger, but it was this voice that fanned and fueled the flames.

[i][color=f7941a]So you're the one who kept pushing me, huh?[/color][/i] responded Claire to 'Helsing.' [i][color=f7941a]I guess that means you're the one that made me go way overboard. I can't really say I appreciate that.[/color][/i]

Helsing offered to help her in times of need. The way he said it felt disgusting to Claire. She didn't want his help, but it seemed as if the guy wasn't going to give her a chance to say anything. Claire could already feel something foreign on her hand. It was beginning to annoy her.

[i][color=f7941a]Not even giving me a choice, huh? Sorry, dude, but I don't want your help. I have to face this stuff myself. If you don't know how to find Miriam, then you don't know her that well, and if that's the case you must live under some rock, 'cause everyone knows how she's like. Now get your mark off my hand.[/color][/i]