Carmella could feel a black cesspool form within her chest. Emotions flooded her mind, a mixture of sadness, anger, remorse and regret. It all concocted into a reaction even she herself didn't imagine she could bring forth. She shouted fist balled tightly in rage as she tried to swing at the nobleman before her.
"Carmella, stop!" Her fathers voice shouted out as he held onto her, keeping her from assaulting Cyril. She thrashed in his arms, doing everything in her power to inflict harm on him, but her struggles soon died down as tears flowed from her eyes. Her rage turned into sadness from the destruction of her fathers machine, and the fact that the one who so coldly destroyed it was able to walk away without a single scratch on him. His steps echoed as he walked past the two.
