[i]Irina nodded quickly, and opened up a drawer within the home. The drawer held her personal Rakuyo, the sword and dagger broken away from each other. Irina took the knife, and held it tightly, before returning to Ghiaccio. She held it out for him - did he wish to stab her? Irina honestly wouldn't have minded too much - she had left him to die. And so, she sighed as she held out the weapon, as if awaiting the inevitable. [/i]