Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26543176-20140304080351/@comment-7497475-20141128110530

As Sliver released her, she weakly pushed him away. Noir felt oddly exhausted for some reason.

''The bastard is just like me, except when he got a helping hand he made his own life. No one held his hand afterwards.''

For the first time in a long time, she felt an emotion that had rarely shown itself. Noir felt sad.

"You don't get it. I had to be strong, it was all I had. When I saw what you were doing, I thought it was stupid. Giving your hard work to someone else. But it was because I did it. For you. I was strong back then, but I screwed up."

The prosthetic hand opened up before her, the dull gleam of the metal showing moisture.

"I lost my hand, my strength and my freedom. I had to get it back. But I was given a hand, shown a false freedom, and realised that what I saw in you was strength. You gave something for nothing, just because it would help. What do I do? I take things. I took things before, but it was different then. I did it for me, not for someone else."

The black clad shoulders slumped. Noir was broken, but had only just come to realise how much. Moving to slump on her bed, she paused as she came beside Sliver. On impulse, she grabbed his head and pulled him to her lips. The kiss only lasted a moment before she pushed him away again, gently this time.

"You don't want to thank me or help me. I'm not good enough for that. Like you said, I'm dead."

She fell onto the bed.