Behind Enemy Lines (Day Two)

[Duncan_Starchaser]

Trysta glared at Duncan as her anger fueled by the darkside pressed back the light. Her eyes narrowed at the question as her mind started to regain its focus. Part of her wanted to talk about it, bit she just couldn't. How could she, she had kept this secret for this long. What would everyone think of her.

As her mind considered all options, her hand slowly reached for the hilt of her blades. She walked towards Duncan, not completely sure if she should kill him or not. Rage continued to bubble over but was quickly becoming more focused. The grip of darkness had weakened on her, but it's taint was still very present within her.

She walked right up to him and starred in to his eyes, "how could you possibly understand or relate," she said coldly. The image of running her blades up his gut like he was a game being gutted flooded her mind. She had done it before when others attempted to pry in to her past.

As her last mental walls start to close her off, the darkness regained it's dominance over her judgement. She partially drew her blade to get her point across, "and if you ever mention what happened up here, I will kill you!"

Despite calls from the darkness to strike him down in her rage, Trysta resisted. She knew that Dunn and Jay were close and she didn't want to see Jay suffer needlessly. She couldn't explain why, but she cared for him. And that was enough to spare Dunn's life for now. Darkness might had returned to dominance, the internal battle over her soul was far from over.

She pushed her blades back in to their sheath, causing them to make a metallic clicking sound. She side stepped him to move to the other side of the roof. Part of her, the darker side of her, was begging him to do something foolish. To give her a reason to kill him. Any reason.

As she took those first steps from him, her whole body was ready to engage him. Her ears focused on the slightest sound that she could interpret as an attack. The same time, her heart fought back the urges that were fueled by the darkness. Her long legs allowed her to grow the distance with ease. She wanted to move quickly so he wouldn't have time to consider something stupid.

As Trysta reached the other side of the roof, she rested her hands on the wall, which marked the edge of be roof. She hung her head in sadness. She wanted to talk to someone about it. She wanted to express her pain, but she simply didn't trust Dunn enough. She slowly raised her eyes and looked over the destroyed Market District. She saw Nayla and her fighters forcing a family down the street.

"You're right... I'm sorry. I could never know what it's like." he told her. "It has been my experience that sometimes it's easier to share what was bothering you with someone that isn't close to the situation because they won't judge you the same as someone else you may know would."