[center][b][i]Diamond - Infirmary[/i][/b][/center]
Diamond looked around to see if and what the others would say. No one gave her any looks of pity, save for some minor hints. [i]Good. I like anger better.[/i] "You know, no regrets here, so stop looking so damn gloomy before somebody slashes their wrists. Knowing what I do now I'd still do it again in that situation you know. One of you three was there, you reckless idiots somehow managed to get me to care if you live." Diamond said with a smirk.

"But if we could not make a habit of it it would be much appreciated." she sighed, "Since you're all here, do you want to perhaps have a talk about how to prevent such abysmal failures in the future, or am I going to have to keep losing limbs for some time until we're there?" she said perhaps a bit too harshly, but she wanted to drive a point home. [i]Because the next time one of you tells me to shut up when I'm telling you to be cautious I'll maim you myself![/i]

Her eyes ticked to the side. She would have said more, but only if it was just the four of them, and somewhere where prying ears couldn't reach. "Also while we're on the topic of fighting abilities and personal feelings, I'm losing the grip on my semblance. I blame you for starting to make me a better person." she grinned, herself unsure whether that was a good or bad thing.