[b]Time:[/b] A bit past 9:00 AM
[b]Location:[/b] Greenhouse in Roshmi City
[b]Interactions:[/b] [@helo] Orias
[b]Equipment:[/b] Nabarra's usual equipment, and the sore lack of a hat.

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Nabarra's eyes trailed the man's hand as he reached for his sword with blatant fear and disgust on his face. She watched, motionless as he studied her. She was familiar with that look. It used to bring her joy. Now it only brought an uncomfortable lump in her throat, sitting, taking up space, threatening to shit out emotions everywhere and make her look like a fuckwit. She closed her eyes for a second to escape the sight. [color=a980d6][i]You fuckin' deserve tha',[/i][/color] she thought. [color=a980d6][i]You'll never make it alrigh'. How the fuck could ya...?[/i][/color]

Then he spoke. The venom in his words caused her wounds to fester. She [i]knew[/i] she was responsible, and that wasn't fucking good enough. She looked up at him, head still in her hands, face hardening. He was right. But... [color=a980d6][i]Was he not valuable enough? Tha fuck does that mean?[/i][/color]

She shot to her feet, rage rising. The inner voice telling her [i]no, Nabarra, don't do this you fuckwit[/i], was getting quieter by the second.

[color=a980d6]"Now you listen 'ere you fuckin' shit. I haven't got nothin' to do with las' night,"[/color] she started, throwing her arms out in exasperation. [color=a980d6]"An' look even though I got nothin' to do with it, you're probably right on the fuckin' money mate. Who the fuck do ya think y'are that killin' ya would send any kind of message? Huh? Fuckin' pathetic! I'm sittin' 'ere -- on tha fuckin' ground with my weapons sheathed mind you -- and ya reach for ya sword?"[/color]

Eventually the little voice just said, [i]just do it for fucks' sake[/i].

[color=a980d6]"Go on then. Fuckin' do it,"[/color] she said, jabbing a finger at the sword, then at herself. [color=a980d6]"Fuckin'... kill me an' see what tha' fixes. I won't bloody fight back! I mean no 'arm. Unlike yerself, obviously."[/color]

[i]You utter fucking moron[/i] the little voice said, louder this time. 

[color=a980d6]"Ah fuck."[/color] The anger left her face, and the next time she spoke her words were full of regret, [color=a980d6]"Yeah. Deserve fuckin' piss-all."[/color]