"The nerve," clapped Eira, "-how dare you," her knees rose in stride, her index followed below Yui's chin, pointed upwards. The cool, composed Empress lost her footing – mist grew at her feet and froze the marble floor. Sat at arm's reach, Vengeance escaped from the line of fire, pulled his phone, and dialed. Yui's words cut to the heart – an entourage of 'yes-man' wasn't healthy for a person, let alone one of her stature. The entire world crashed and fell; splinters from stands dropped, '-Igna's gone,' wrote amidst the crash. The slow realization of what had happened clambered past the misdirected norm of which she'd grown to understand.
"Family are those who're ready to bleed unconditionally. Igna bled, and bled, nothing ever mattered; in the end, there was nothing left. He accepted the grand truth of survival of the fittest, true to Hidros's culture. Time was at an end, and he left."
"…"
