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[indent][indent][indent][color=gray][sub][right][color=#1aa3ff][b]Location:[/b][/color] The City of Thorinn, Aetheria[/right][/sub][/color]
The girl watched in silence as the others went about handling the situation, or being handled in a certain person's case. Her gaze stayed locked heavily upon that person, the one who'd pulled a knife mere moments earlier. Attacked his fellows with such ease, and the person that she'd been so willing to rely upon earlier. Graves. Her gaze was a mask of emotion, not one born of any ability to [i]hide[/i] her feelings, but rather of the muddied mess of emotions that stopped one from picking out any particular feeling in her gaze. She couldn't move, couldn't speak, just simply found herself staring straight ahead at the man. The whole while, her own mind was at war with itself over how she wanted to handle the situation. Over whether she should hate him for what he did, burst into anger and lash out. Yet, another part demanded she go to Graves, check on him, and try to understand what had caused such a shift in character for him. 

Artemis knew which side she wanted to trust. She knew she [i]wanted[/i] to check on the man she'd newly decided to trust. The one she'd allowed herself to start considering a friend, and who she'd like to think wouldn't be able to kill another so easily. As she argued with herself, Artemis clenched and unclenched her fist. The small motion seemed to keep her mind focused on the debate, at times her nails dug into her palm as a way to use pain to keep herself focused. It was a long few minutes of arguing back and forth with herself, all the while her compatriots were handling the situation... yet she couldn't make up her own damn mind on what to do. Yet, finally, she came to a decision. [color=#1aa3ff][i]Something has to be wrong... he didn't seem like the type to do this...[/i][/color] She thought to herself, content with having reached a conclusion. With her mind set, Artemis took a step forward...

And froze nearly immediately. The way he had fought, memories she must've missed during her episode, flowed back into her mind. Her body froze in place as her eyes widened, and tension gripped her heart. It took her a long few moments to realize why she'd suddenly been unable to move. A realization that sickened her, and shoved forth a bit of self-resentment for being so weak. [i]She was afraid of Graves.[/i] Afraid that he'd snap again. Afraid that next time he got so violent, she'd be the target instead. A fear so strong that it prevented her from even approaching her new friend. A fear that screamed at her only one logical source of action. [i][b]Run.[/b][/i]

Yet it seemed she wouldn't have time to act on this either as a sweet voice spoke from nearby, and a hand landed on her shoulder. The archer jumped and let out a small yelp in surprise, quickly followed by a deep blush of embarrassment as her mind once again came rushing back to reality. [color=#1aa3ff]"A-ah. Right, that would be nice... t-thank you."[/color] She said in a small voice, still sounding hollow from before. Slowly, the archer knelt down to retrieve her discarded weapons before standing and looking at Seele once more. [color=#1aa3ff]"Sorry i-if I made things harder."[/color] She said softly, not quite ready to admit aloud that she'd had a breakdown mere moments before.[/indent][/indent][/indent]