The ghost whirrred around in alarm in the room, practically frantic at the news. "Wade, shit, uh excuse my language."he began "her vitals dropped dangerously low, everything; heart rate, respiration rate, that...strange brain activity. I...I don't know what to do."he relayed, hovering above her slowly. He had never felt so helpless, not since the last time, but this was worse...much much worse. -- I stared at them, pulling away from pahanins embrace, brows furrowed in conflict. My mentors words were what I've wanted to hear for a long time, feeling a form of relief wash over me that once weighed me down for years. It was a sense of closure that I never got. I looked up, passing a glance to each and everyone, noting the smiles that curved at each of their lips. I had...[i]we[/i] had avenged them, a form of euphoria bubbling in my chest. Wait...we? [i]wade[/i] I thought, coming to the realization. Pain returned to me and I gave them a panicked look, but they only smiled. As if in reassurance.