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Diana's fists eased up slightly as Marlin spoke, she would be pleased being told she was correct, But the context made that fact more grim then pleasing. Diana looked over at Marlin not making eye contact but at the very lest looking at his shoulder. She struggled to keep her her face from showing her shock at him admitting it, she thought this rough rider from Vacuo would defend his beliefs and way of life. Again she'd misjudged this man, she was questioning how she thought of him. He was still a drunk fool at times, but perhaps there was something underneath all that. She could almost feel Marlins sadness as he looked down at the bar. His next sentence hit her like a truck [color=8493ca]"I hope that one day you won't have to keep your hand on that hilt,"[/color] She felt a tugging in her chest, [color=firebrick][i]if only he knew why I can't do that...[/i][/color]. Diana looked up as Marlin stood up and went to leave the bar, she had no words for him as he left the bar. Her eyes followed him to the door as her left, again more thought of her past struck her but this time she felt no anger.

She thought of her brother and how much he'd cared for her and looked after her in her early years. She'd be nowhere without him, she'd have been killed before she got to speak her first words, have her first meal... She owed everything to her brother, and Marlin, Marlin reminded her of him. She got up with her bag of shopping intending on heading back to her apartment when she heard/felt a extremely loud bang. She then noticed her hand was already on the hilt of her sword, Marlin was right, she really did have her hand on that hilt far too often. She scowled and knew she couldn't just leave whatever that made that sound alone, so she nodded to the bartender and headed out of the bar. She then headed in the direction where she thought the sound had come from. She held her bag of shopping in one hand and her sword in the other. She was conflicted on how to feel and wanted some time to think, but she needed to take care of whatever this disturbance was. She frowned and lowered her blade to the ground so she could feel the satisfying scrapping of her blade against the pavement. She noticed a large cloud of dust raising from where the explosion must have come from, she headed in that direction [color=firebrick][i]Marlin...[/i][/color]