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Günther looked at Arya and then at Revnoir. "So you aren't trying to kill each other?" He asked with a worried tone to his voice.
 
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Günther sighed out of relief. He didn't want to see what Revnoir would do if he was in a bad mood.
 
Revnoir silently tried to recall if he killed anyone, not responding to anyone in the room. He didn't even look at them, his eyes were glued to the floor. He could barely remember what happened now, as if it were a dream. He hoped it was, as he silently thought and thought about it, the memories only scrambling further from his reach.



Ashen walked Leah go, and looked at Gunther. "Should I leave, too?" She asked, despite dreading the thought of leaving the man with Revnoir when he was like this.
 
She smiled and nodded. "I'm also one of the Seven Deadly Sins, but I'm not an enemy." She said, standing up to prepare to leave.
 
"Seven deadly sins? Like lust, gluttony and greed?" Günther asked. He hadn't heard of the seven deadly sins from anywhere else than the bible.
 
She nodded. "I am Greed, and Zero and Revnoir are both Wrath. Revnoir is a former Sin, though." She explained, still smiling. Revnoir still chased after his thoughts, trying to herd them up to make sense of the situation.
 
"Revnoir? How is he sin... or wrath? And aren't those sins, not persons?" Günther looked confused.
 
Leah watched Cain and Zero both leave. She then simply walked away herself. Not back to the medbay, of course. It was far too busy there. She just wanted to sleep off all the insanity that had just torn through like a hurricane.


Glancing up for a moment while wondering where in the world she could relax or sleep, she noted the sloping roof of the building. A tiny smile curled over her lips and then was gone. Leah strutted into the building, flinging the heavy door open and letting it slam itself behind her while she advanced towards the nearest flight of stairs.


As she sat herself down on the roof, a deep sight heaved up from her lungs. She still had no idea what type of weaver she was, should she be a weaver at all. She was beginning to doubt it... Either way, whether she was or not, whatever happened below her, whether Revnoir died or was taken, if Cain and his buddies were killed, she'd have no more part in it today.


"What a spectacular first day on the job," She muttered silently to herself, her lips just barely moving with the words, before she fell into sleep beneath the glaring evening sun.
 
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Aura could be found out in the court yard he was practicing a form of martal arts that seemed to make him look like flowing water. His strikes were obviously powerful, but they flowed into each other into something that resembled a beautiful and deadly dance.
 
As she slept, Leah's dream was... Odd, as any dream can be, but odder so. Faces were... Impossible. Each person's head was a mass of blur and fog, she could only recognize a few people she had seen during the day by their clothing and posture. The distance was a blaze, it looked like a massive wildfire from a view far away. Each person she saw, Aura, notable by his trenchcoat, Ashen, by her dress, Kano by his armor, Max by the cigarrett in his hand, Aidan by the warped sword he carried... There were countless replicas of everybody. Of Cain, Revnoir, that man who ran the medbay, the girl who had bandages tight on her wrist, of Zero, the man who had accompanied Cain as the medbay was a rigid mess reeking of battle...


They all stopped their milling about. While most of their bodies were not facing Leah, and plenty were turned full away, their cloudy heads all stared. A slow hissing sound began to crescendo, and ended in an explosive noise. Max had fired his gun, and at that, each weaver and human fired their weapons and rocketed their threads toward her, binding her in burning ice, numbing fire, searing light and blinding darkness. By now, Leah was watching this unfold from above in the third person, feeling hints of the pain of the writhing body.


In one sudden moment, she was away. Her limp body still was trapped, but her... mind, it seemed, had become the distant inferno. Filled with a fury towards whom she had thought were her friends, she advanced the flames and turned each man and weaver to cinders. It felt fufilling. Suddenly she was returned back to the first person, and instead of a barren white land, she was fallen into ground in the courtyard.
 
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Aura caught a glimps of the falling woman and thought 'what the hell?!' and in the next instance he was under her and catching her. "Did you JUMP?!"
 
"AGH!!" Falling. She hated it! AAARRGGHHHHH


"Heck no! I fell. Must've fallen asleep up there." She growled quietly to herself for being as foolish as to fall asleep on a sloping roof.


She shook her head a bit furiously, adding "idiotically" to the end of her sentance. The last thing she remembered about her dream were with people in that courtyard besides herself, all but three massive blurs.
 
"Not sure..." She had acquired a few bruises at being caught, but that was obviously inevitable and she kept shut about that. She glanced back up at the roof, noting that her staff was probably still stuck up there.


"Yeah, no. I'm fine," she concluded. She realized a nagging feeling, and realized the details of her dream were slipping away. All she could remember at this point was what conjoured in her mind as a feeling of betrayal, fury, and then satisfaction... Eh, dreams were dreams. Might as well lose it, they were indescribably weird anyway.
 

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