[i]"Well, you've gotten used to using the fire, I see."[/i] Vance smiled as Victoria created a flame within her palm, watching the lively green fire dance with bright eyes. He then looked at his own palms, trying to recall what he had gained from killing the thing; he knew he gained something, at the very least. [i]"It's alright, Vic,"[/i] Vance told the Sister of Battle as she gulped; he could tell that Victoria still thought of what had happened that day with negativity. And so, he gently placed his right palm on the Sororitas' left cheek. [i]"None of it was your fault. It was I who led you to that shack, I who led you down those stairs... you did nothing wrong."[/i]