Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20160207063839/@comment-25582638-20160325032243

The rebel didn't see Cyzarine walking towards her because her hands were covering her eyes. The young girl stopped right in front of her. Cyzarine was visibly calm but it was a paradox of what she's thinking and feeling inside. She felt that there's something her instincts want her to feel, something she thought it was beyond her comprehension so she labelled it as uncertainty.

“Ms. Heidrich?”

The redhead jerked and looked up to the dark blue eyes that slowly showed a hint of surprise. Cyzarine was at lost as to why the rebel is crying. Thus, she stood helplessly looking back at her.

“What?” Raizel asked back with slight resentment.

“Uh... ” In response, the young girl felt that the “miasma of uncertainty” worsened. Her mind's gears then started to overdrive to process everything faster- to understand this event faster.

To sum up things up, she's panicking within, racking her brain on what to do next. Cyzarine lack the experience with such things put a heavy burden in her mind. This never happened between her and her siblings nor confronted it. Usually, she'll leave it at that and move on. But Ardon pulled her out of that comfort zone.

Sensing that she haven't speak for four seconds, the young girl abruptly said two words that first come to her mind.

“Look, if you're not going to-”

“I'm sorry.”

“...... What?”

Cyzarine hesitated for a moment before repeating herself.

“I'm sorry. I....”

When you say that sacred word, it should be followed by-

“I caused trouble to you...... Roads got mad at you because of me.”

The last sentence repeated in Cyzarine's mind. Then the realization hit her: Raizel cried because Platinum put all the blame on her where in fact she (Cyz) did cause the real and overwhelming damage.

Someone was blamed because of her. The deaths of those criminals didn't matter to her but she is supposed to take that blame, right?

She's now questioning Platinum's method of who's to blame for what had happened.

“The fu-” on the other hand, the rebel cannot believe what she's hearing.

“The f*ck are you saying? You're just feeling sorry. For me? I don't need pity from someone who kills without remorse!”

Cyzarine sighed tiredly. “Yes, I kill without remorse. I killed them. That's why....... I'm very sorry for causing trouble to you.”

Guilt. That feeling she thought as uncertainty is indeed guilt.

“Roads should've blamed me, not you. It's also my fault that you lost..... your job.”

Raizel froze upon hearing it.

“Godd*mmit.” another issue is that she has to sustain herself.

Ah, she realized her mistake when Raizel cried more like a kid. Suddenly, Cyzarine found her hand stroking the rebel's head, much to her dismay. It's her big sister instinct acting up again everytime Basilia cries.

Luckily, Raizel seemed not to mind. Cyzarine sighed in relief as she sat beside the older girl and put the medical kit on her side. The rebel then cried on her shoulder. Now that the problem is slightly settled-

I need to apologize to them

With that thought in mind, she scavenged her brain on how she'll do it while continuously stroking Raizel's back this time. It's as if she's stroking Basilia's long, soft, silver hair. Unaware of the fact that her left nostril has a red liquid oozing out of it. (http://m.md-health.com/Can-Stress-Cause-Nosebleeds.html)