Your Choice

[::Ibn La-Ahad::Inxanity]

He was walking back to his room now and was thinking to himself."...

[Demyx]

She followed, staying slightly behind.

"She's got too many issues..." Trist said, sitting down at his desk.

[::Ibn La-Ahad::Inxanity]

He went into his room and sat down on the floor sighing to himself and he slits his wrist and lets the blood drop to the floor and he forms a spell symbol on the floor

[Demyx]

She could smell the blood through the door, and sighed some. She went back outside, jumping from window ledge to ledge to get up to Trist and Ghost's room.

[::Ibn La-Ahad::Inxanity]

He places and open botle in the center of the spell circle and begins a chant as his white light surronds him and goes into the bottle.He was tryig to force his soul out of his body

[Demyx]

She slid a knife under the window, and then realized that her brother had locked the window again. She mumbled, "Damn you, Trist..." she sighed, and bit her finger. Drawing a small alchemic cirlce on the window, she moved through it, into the room easily.

[::Ibn La-Ahad::Inxanity]

He didn't hear nor notice her and he keep on chanting

[Demyx]

She kicked him in the side of his head, knocking everything over.

[::Ibn La-Ahad::Inxanity]

He gets up slowly and looks at her.His weapon appears in his hand."WHo told you to follow me

[Demyx]

"I did." She said, just standing there.

[::Ibn La-Ahad::Inxanity]

"Theres no reason for me to live...just go away."

[Demyx]

"But... I..."

[::Ibn La-Ahad::Inxanity]

"but what?"

[Demyx]

she didn't say anything, looking down at her feet.

[::Ibn La-Ahad::Inxanity]

He walks over to her and lifts her up by the shirt."What is it?"

[Demyx]

She kept her eyes down, her bangs shadowing her eyes.