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[@Crimmy] [@Plank Sinatra]
Behind the Café[/center]

I wanted to tell Gratia that it wasn't that easy. That I wasn't chasing normalcy out of some kind of idea that that would erase everything that had happened already. That I just wanted to feel comfortable again. 

But she was right and I knew it.

[color=9D36FF]"I understand."[/color] Then came the question of regret.

I wish the situation had played out differently....

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[color=#f76a84]“Your Mistralian sounds like you’ve spent a lot of time in the lower end, some poor lower class whor-“[/color] Vitoria began, she was stopped severely and instantly by a palm striking the side of her face, in an instant.

The rain smashed into the side of the car with a similar amount of ferocity. Bianca hadn't noticed the rain at the time, only on going back and thinking on it did she remeber the weather that night. In fact, she was surprised by how much she didn't remember. They weren't in some dark void, they were on a street. With houses, the smell of baked goods infiltrated her memory. It was something she hadn't noticed. All she smelled was blood and gunpowder.

As Bianca watched Vitoria begin to reach forward she considered her semblance for approximately a quarter of a second, but with the amount of aura she had it wouldn’t have done anything. In less than one more second her ears rang uncontrollably, her hands shaking violently as Vitoria fell away from Gratia Mindaro and Bianca’s eyesight caved in from her peripheral vision focusing instead on what was directly in front of her. 

And then it ended.

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[color=9D36FF]"Gratia I have always thought that my greatest fortune was having you for a friend. You're an incredibly strong woman and I believe that you could've snuffed Vittoria out in a moment."[/color] I started taking a grasp of Gratia's hand as it retreated back to the ponytailed girl's side. [color=9D36FF]"But I couldn't risk losing you. I do not regret it at all."[/color]