Waves of uneasiness crashed against her skin, leaving the sensation of an overwhelming heaviness similar to the one the ocean left upon one's pelt hanging from her body. She wished Kaname were here, but at the same time she didn't. What would she be if her assasin saw her picking a loosing fight? Would it finally convince him to her stupidity too?
The female continued to stare at him in the eyes, though now her eyes portrayed something else than anger. Little seeds of fear were being planted on her chest, as the seconds went by and his unfaltering gaze continued to pierce through her body. It was an ominous look considering it wasn't laced with hatred or resistance as she might've expected. He was harsh yet civil, trying to assure that his intentions were not to drive her off.
Then what did he expect to do if she didn't submit? If he wasn't going to give the first blow and not going to drive her off what was he going to do? The girl's brows furrowed and the fine bridge of her muzzle scrunched up in a mix of confusion and uncertainty.
Before she could question the truth on his last statement, he cut her off with words that could only bring to mind the image of her dear father, Freud. He sounded just like him. "We cannot do this anymore, not us two" she exhaled with frustration -- not only at herself and her lack of ability to handle it better but at the prospect of having to settle this recurring problem for good.
