She was being pessimistic and was well aware of this. A soft sigh rolled out between slightly parted lips and she resisted the urge to shake her head. The girl was young and naïve, but Halo knew there were parts of her that ached to regain some of the innocence that Razekiel’s daughter owned. When the beautiful Triarii looked at the world around her, she saw darkness. She would have given much to let colour back into her life, but she didn’t know how. She was not dead within, but the Lykoi with the scarlet gaze was a withering flower. China had youth and beauty, and Halo only recognized the danger it put the other clan member in.
Halo knew what it was like to cling to hope, but she was tired of watching her existence crumble. Her story was an anguished one, and unfortunate things just kept on invading her life. Self-pity was disgusting. She took no specific notice of the silvery girl stepping closer, for her eyes sought answer that the scenery around them could not provide her with. Eyes closed momentarily, though opened immediately after when the girl spoke again. Who was this he? There were many males in the clan, and the girl’s words didn’t necessarily mean anything at all, but for some reason she reacted anyway. Ruby eyes turned to the young girl, colours so similar to that of Kaena’s.
”He?” The rest of the girl’s foolish sentence was ignored. Only children dreamt of flying, and the girl remained idealistic and dreamy.