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[color=888888]— Hilaria[/color]
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[color=F65772]"Goodbye, then~"[/color]

Hilaria turned around and began walking, her eyes focused on the ground. What Aurelio had said was pointless. How could he possibly think he could impart meaningful advice to a being such as her? To her, his entire lifespan is but the equivalent of blinking one's eyes. He was still just a child and the very fact he bothered trying to give her advice was more than enough to prove it.  

Of course... that didn't change the fact he was correct.  

Emotions were volatile if they were not let out every now and then. She had seen it too many times to count. Repressed desires leading to frustration, bottled-up frustration turning to anger, and anger turning to violence. Violence that could be directed towards anyone, including oneself. 

It was imperative that you were true to yourself. Because if you're at the point where you can buy your own bullshit, then you're probably too far gone. 

She couldn't fool herself yet and pretend like she didn't understand what she was feeling. Such a rookie move would be akin to forgetting to turn the safety off before trying to fire a weapon. Yeah, she had a pretty good idea of what she needed to do now. She had to act upon this feeling in her chest, and that would require a bit of effort that she normally wouldn't spend on another.

But how could she ignore what she wanted?    

For the past few centuries, doing this sort of thing without some form of compensation was out of character for her. She wasn't going to do this for food, for potential future jobs, or anything like that. She was going to do that because if she didn't, something irreplaceable might be lost. The commotion beginning from the warehouse she saw in the distance told her as much. 

In a moment, her dress was replaced with her signature armor, and in her hands were her shotgun and scutum. Loud thuds followed each of her steps that began increasing in pace as she sped into a sprint, her course now determined. She didn't have too much time, but if she hurried, she knew she could make it [i]there[/i], even if only at the last second. And that would be enough.