[audio] - backdated to the 6th, a few hours after Kloe's post

[angha_firebird]

[A frustrated, enraged scream is heard first--sounding mostly reptillian. Then deep, rasping breaths as Aara tries to calm down.]

This has to stop. These deaths... these attacks, they have to stop!

[A strangled whimper is drawn from Aara's throat.]

What good is this doing us? We could very well be all we have left.

[The blood. The countless,

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[dominateartimus]

I take it you took my words to heart?

[angha_firebird]

[A deep breath.]

San?

[She's trying to calm down. It's working a little bit--at present.]

I cannot sit here and do nothing, can I? Some tell me to do something. Others tell me it is impossible, and I must wait these horrors out. Tell me. What is it you believe?

[Her lithe body is wired taut as a bow.]

[dominateartimus]

Yes, I'm here talking to you. Unless you would rather prefer me in person opposed to talking over these books.

I would do something about it, even though I've had my fair share of doing nothing and something.

[angha_firebird]

I...

[Aara hesitates, weighing both positive and negative aspects of being in someone else's presence right now.]

If seeing you could calm my tumultuous thought or you have some task for me to perform--a distraction?--I am not opposed to company. Otherwise I fear I may not... be at my best.

[She was barely holding on by a thread, as it were.]

How is one able to rightly decide when to do something, and when to do nothing? And why must this be so difficult to decide? Or perhaps nothing is entirely right or wrong in doing...

[Now she was rambling. To herself. And to him.]

[dominateartimus]

That could be arranged.

As for deciding when or what is right or wrong, I hear instincts or intuition would be something to follow. Even if there is consquences afterwards.

[angha_firebird]

[She'll gladly grab at any form of distraction, then. More or less.]

Where shall I find you?

[A light laugh--seemingly lacking in humor.]

Instincts. I find it hard to... know whether I may even trust my instincts, they are still so new to me.

[dominateartimus]

Room 4162 of the barracks. Unless you would prefer being outside?

Now, that sounds troubling.

[angha_firebird]

[She hesitates.]

No. I will come to your room. It may be better that way, away from--

[She didn't continue that train of thought. Instead, she gave a mirthless laugh.]

It is troubling. Very troubling...

[She's quiet, alone with her thoughts for a moment before remembering she was to meet him at his room.]

I am on my way.

[dominateartimus]

Okay then, I'll be waiting outeside for you.

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[angha_firebird]

[It was a short walk up to his floor, and Aara spotted him easily enough. She tried to smile, but worry and stress still lined her eyes. Her movements were tense, rather than her normal fluidity.]

You are well?

[She didn't know what else to say as she greeted him, but she was decently certain his response to her question wouldn't evoke a temper she had little control over. Still, she held her breath.]

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[dominateartimus]

[The fallen arch-angel turned to the sound of her voice, giving a small smile despite her current state.]

Yes. I wish I could ask the same for you.

[He opened the door to his room and gestured for her to enter.]

By the way, if you need to strike out or anything of the sort, I do not mind.

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[angha_firebird]

[Ducking her head, Aara half-hoped San didn't see the self-depreciating smile that touched her lips at his words.]

I am glad you are well, at the very least.

[She moved to enter his room, head bowed, when his following words caused her to freeze. She blinked, wondering if she heard wrong, then pivoted on her feet to stare incredulously. A sound caught in her throat, and she didn't know whether to laugh or cry as she stared up at him.]

Strike out? As in hurt you?

[She trembled at the thought.]

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[dominateartimus]

If you need to, its just a suggestion.

[He noticed the trembling.]

I'm sorry, that's probably the wrong thing to say.

[San wanted to comfort her, but he probably botched it up.]

[angha_firebird]

[Still staring, Aara slowly backs the rest of the way into his room, a hand reaching out behind her until she felt the bed, where she dazedly sat. She's still staring, incredulous, a small laugh escaping her as she shook her head.]

You are being serious.

[She didn't understand it.]

Why would I wish to harm you?

[Her arms cross over herself as she leans forward, hugging herself as she looks down at the floor. Is that what people did when they were in a rage? Harmed others? Friends?]

[dominateartimus]

[He stepped in to the room and closed the door behind him.]

I'm used to being hit and such, by friends and enemies. I've experienced a lot worse as well.

[The arch-angel stepped over to the bed and sat beside her, keeping his gaze on her.]

Some people vent in various ways. By attacking things or just verbally expressing themselves. Then there's some destructive ways as well like drinking or drugs.

[He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, patting it.]

Just keep that in mind.

[angha_firebird]

[She gazes up at him when he sits next to her, soaking in his words.]

Do you have many scars? Do you not feel pain, and that is why friends wish you harm?

[It still isn't something she can comprehend. Again, Aara shakes her head.]

I would not wish to cause pain on someone simply because I am able. Especially not someone who does not deserve it. Then again, I am coming to realize many people have differing opinions on what is deserving.

[Shoulders slumping, Aara's arms fall to her sides and she gives in, leaning into the fallen arch-angel's strength and warmth. She sighs.]

I am not the best at words, nor do I wish to cause unwanted harm to others. Destruction, I find, is rarely the answer, though a friend has tried to get me to drink on a few occasions. I do not see how any of that will help.

[A pause.]

We could talk about other things. You could... tell me about your world. Your people. Why you would allow them to harm you.