"There, there. . ." he stroked her hair- softy smoothing down the creases; "There's no need to be sad. . .I understand. . ."
She continued to whimper like a puppy- letting the emotions flow through her tears- as she unburdened her soul.
Nexus' voice- soft and comforting, came once again. This time, bearing hope;
"I think I may able to be of help to you though. . .so cheer up. . .you're alive ain't you? There's still hope. . ."
"Hope?" she lifted up her mascara-stained face; "Hope?" she echoed again; "There's blood on my hands master. . ."
"You don't get to go very far in life without staining your hands Stacy- trust me. It's either you do it, or someone else sheds the blood for you. . .it's the way of the world. . .one way or the other, it has to happen. . .so you're not alone in this. . ."
Through the veil of sloped red hair, she stared at him wide eyed- drinking in his words.
