And so it began, Onix and Lothir were verbally challanging each other, over what? The essence of the downfall, of what she had done. A shiver sent the hairs on the back of her neck standing quite erect, goosebumps rising over her arms as she hugged her cloak tighter. Infront of her, the clone seemed to be on her side, but she feared that he would indeed end up believing something the bard would say, and then what? They will attack you! Her mind shouted, she cringed back as Onix's voice vibrated with hatred through the air; "do not be presumptions to judge her, Lothir. I say that because I have done the same. I have been in her position," he was furious, more than anything LiNeee had seen in a long time. She took a step back, barely noticeable though.
He wasn't finished, LiNeee made a point of stepping to the side where Onix would hide her from view, however she could still see the bard from around Onix's neck; "Yes, my bard, I do speak of children that deserve to be protected and sought after; but do not think that I have not killed them before. As much blood of theirs is on my hands and blades as is. I say I would've have done the same because I have done the same. I know from firsthand experience what she feels, because I've been there before. Who's right is it for someone to take away one's only family, hmm? If it's someone's family, regardless of what kinda species they are, who has the right to pronounce death upon that family member, regardless of how sick or ill they may be? NO ONE!!!" He turned to LiNeee, and she swore she saw those eyes glow crimson, but she didn't care, at that moment she wanted to bundle herself up in his arms, thank him, love him? No, she couldn't love someone, she had just killed a child, and that would stick with her forever. Head bowed, she didn't listen with full intent on the next things that the clone and the bard said to each other, though when Onix held his hand out for her, she only hesitated but a moment, before sliding her own hand into his and looping her fingers around the side.
The tears still came steadilly, she turned to the bard with such hatred in her gut, the hand that wasn't in Onix's was sitting on the hilt of her dagger. "Perhaps," she said after he was finished talking, "perhaps I will have to live with this for the rest of my life, but you didn't see his face," her voice was monotone, like she was a recording of sorrow. "His face vibrated with vengeance, and maybe you don't understand that, Lothir, but I do. And I know that what he did," she looked over her shoulder at the stables; her heart sank, "he did it to get at me. So yes, I will live with his blood on my hands, for the rest of my life. But I will also live without my family, without a companion I've had since before I can remember. I have to live with-" Voice breaking, LiNeee bent her head and let a sob rip through her, she had no more to say.
Aster zhah l''dalharil d''Draeval