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My vision shook for a moment. This was Gratia, she was as much a sister to me as Estelle was. I loved her.

So why then?

Why was I so mad? 

[color=9D36FF]"You want me to speak with a shrink."[/color] I said back to myself, calmly and slowly. My mind flashed between a few images, feathers on the ground, my chains holding me to the ground, Vitoria's corpse on the ground. [color=9D36FF]"I'm fine."[/color] I answered, my eyes adopting a cold flatness not unlike Gratia's herself. I didn't want to scream anymore. I didn't want to yell or tear my hair out. I just shut it all off once more.

This was how Gratia worried. I understood that. I knew it and before I might've loved it, even reveled it. But right now, I felt suffocated.

[color=9D36FF]"I overstepped and I get that bugs you. So I'll fix it."[/color] I said watching as someone walked by Gratia and I and waited until they were out of earshot before continuing. [color=9D36FF]"But you're going to have to give me a fucking minute to get over shooting a girl in the head."[/color] I said, my fist shaking a bit more than it had any right to. I knew I shouldn't have let my anger get the best of me, my father always told me it was my ugliest side. I saw the car pull over to the side of the road. I was supposed to be picking up papa in that. Perfect timing, I wanted to leave. 

[color=9D36FF]"Thank you for your concern."[/color] I said moving past Gratia and towards the cafe to see if Jericho wanted to come along or not.