Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24296957-20140301210623/@comment-7838080-20140723193223

Deryn held her gunbarrel at Natsu's head for a few more seconds, before letting the weapon shift back, saying, "I...can't. Even though I would like to...I don't want to pull the trigger, because...Ana wouldn't have wanted me to give into revenge. She didn't want me to do something I would regret," and then she sheathing her weapon. The girl knew that Amet was right: deep down...she couldn't pull the trigger and kill someone who was once their own.

But there was also something else in her expression: Natsu had seen her closest friend die. She had seen it. And with that statement...she had one question on the top of her mind.

''Who killed her? Who did it...Who...''

Deryn didn't feel like she was 18...she was sixteen once again: grief-stricken, guilty, and desperate to know who did it.

And, with that, the girl was once again ambushed by tears. Aria said nothing, proceeding to set up a makeshift campsite for the night.