[i]Friend.[/i] [i]Irina had to hold the pistol in her hands for a few moments of silence, that quietness only broken by a silent sniffle. Irina tried to sigh, ignoring the emotions that had suddenly arrived.[/i] "...Stay safe, Zera." [i]Irina would smile sadly at the revolver, finally holstering the revolver and walking off.[/i] [spoiler]End?[/spoiler]