Why was she persistant about this? Killing her wasn’t going to happen. It would never happen. Jaakuna won’t even humor the idea. There was no way that he would kill her, not maim, not injury, or harm her in any way, shape, or form. If she thought that her pessimistic point-of-view on what may or may not happen wasn’t going to convince Jaakuna of anything. She won’t change his mind. She meant too damn much to him for that to be a consideration. As he looked at her looking scared, sitting up where she shouldn’t be Jaakuna took a hold her head with both hands, making her see what was in his eyes. She made her look into his emerald-colored eyes, and see exactly what her words were making him feel. They say that the eyes are the window to the soul, and right now, aside from the immense guilt that he felt for doing this to her, Jaakuna’s soul was being torn up inside at the thought of Emiri asking this of him. 

[color=ed1c24][b]“And if I kill you, [u]I[/u] wouldn’t be able to live with myself. I wouldn’t be able to live with the fact that I the reason the person who means to me more than my own life won't be able to grow old with me, that won't be able to live a life with me.”[/b][/color] Jaakuna said, his eyes deadlocked on hers. [color=ed1c24][b]“Don’t you realize it, Emiri. I can’t make this promise because I can’t lose you—I won’t lose you.”[/b][/color] Jaakuna said, kissing Emiri for a moment and then breaking the kiss. [color=ed1c24][b]“I don’t care what I have to do, but we’ll find another way to quell the influence that Zodiark may or may not have over you. If his influence inside me could be wiped away, then surely his hold over you can as well.”[/b][/color] Jaakuna said, realizing that he was probably the biggest hypocrite since Zodiark wasn’t [I]completely[/I] gone. [color=ed1c24][I]Fuck, why did Zodiark have to  go after us?[/I][/color]

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Wesley spent the duration of the time that Nadeline was in the bathroom, enjoying her bath, thinking about the possibility of war that Reia may bring upon Ivalice. If she—or the people of Rozarria—would push for war, then where did that leave Dalmasca? If Archadia was their source of anger, then Wesley’s home country was going to be caught in the middle of it. Much like the Invasion of Dalmasca led by Ixion, the Forth Judge Magister of Archadia, then he had to do something.

[color=fff79a][I]Perhaps it is time that I return home..[/I][/color] As Wesley pondered on that thought, he heard the bathroom door open, and saw Nadeline come out, a robe tied around her seemingly naked body, and her hair tied up in a simple knot. As she would approach him, she said he could use it if he wanted to. Wesley chuckled, realizing that he hadn’t bathed all day. [color=fff79a][b]“Now that you mention it, I could use one.”[/b][/color] Wesley laughed again, standing up. [color=fff79a][b]“When I am finished, there is something I need to speak to you about,”[/b][/color] Wesley said, taking his leave to the rest room as he would close it, and begin taking his bath

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[color=lightblue][b]“Damn it to hell, Grant! Damn it!”[/b][/color] she kept on pounding on his chest, even when he had brought her in for a tight embrace. It seemed when Grant did that, Savayna stopped her excessive hitting on his hard chest, and ceased. Only now, her face was buried into his chest, weeping as if she had no tomorrow. Her eyes watering his jacket almost to the point that it was probably really moist, the sounds of great sadness pouring into his ears.