[spoiler]Gonna go into first person for this....[/spoiler]I felt the muscles in my face change, shift. She believed that nobody would care for her wounds. She thought that nobody would care if she were to die. She had a child... a child she left with people who she claimed were fake parents. People kind enough to take her in, yet.... If my face showed anything to Olivia, it was probably rage. Because that was all that I felt at that moment. The things I wanted to say, the things I wanted to spit into that ungrateful, selfish face... I felt every one of my muscles tense up in an effort to stop myself from striking the woman. I calmed myself down through slow breathing and cool thinking. After a long, long moment of utter, tense silence, I finally replied in a soft, hoarse whisper. "You'll learn to love what you have before it's all gone, I hope." That was all I said. There was nothing more I had to say to Olivia. With that, I sealed my lips and lifted the Dragonslayer from the chair I had sat her down in, complying with her wishes as I brought her outside the complex, back into the courtyard. I then pulled back from her side, letting her stand on her own.

[i]A loud explosion echoed all around the complex, as the tungsten-carbide rail exited it's chamber at a ludicrous speed and towards Caye. It was far too late for her to react as the rail slid right through her chest, now a hole, and punctured through the building before finally halted by a wall. The perpetrator who did this? None other than Samuel Weiss, the same 'anti-mage' Olivia had mentioned. A literal puff of smoke had appeared besides Caye, it cleared and lo and behold, Sam with his HF Blade out.[/i] "I hope you find peace in death. I shall bury you when I can." [i]He had whispered to Caye, raising his blade to decapitate her.[/i]

Caye's eyes widened as she dropped to the ground, a large amount of blood being coughed from her throat and spilling over her chin, neck, and armor. Her head twitched to stare up at her killer, but she could hardly see him. Instead, her near-death mind dived into the past, the memories flashing in front of her eyes in a second. She croaked out one last sound, a name. [i]"... Vance...."[/i] And with that, she fell limp, her head striking the ground. Free to be mutilated and abused.