Rossa was in control. She was finally free, after what seemed like forever, to do what she wanted. It should have been perfect for her, except for that thorn in her side, or rather, at the back of her mind, that was still fighting for control. Azzurra's random disturbances were driving Rossa over the edge, well, not like she was crazy enough already, was she? Though, Rossa believed she had an idea why she was unable to achieve total control.

[color=6ecff6][i]Blake... Sky...[/i][/color]

[color=ed1c24][i]No! Shut up! I'll find those brats and get rid of them once and for all, and once you see me do that-[/i][/color]

[color=6ecff6][i]You won't... I- I won't... let you...[/i][/color]

[color=ed1c24][i]Annoying little- I'd like to see you try![/i][/color]

It was them. Azzurra was fighting for control, and holding on for her little brothers. If Rossa could just get them out of the picture, perhaps Azzurra would finally give up and let her have total control. [color=ed1c24][i]Now, where could those brats have run off to...[/i][/color]