“You have done nothing to atone for. I do not even know your name, ma’am. I know only that you have done nothing you need to apologize or atone for... Again, I’m not proud of my work.” [b]The Vampire Hunter began to convulse and spit up blood, the ground being littered with little splatters of blood.[/b] “Seems he’s gotten to the physical section...”

[i]Athena would respond, perhaps with a kinder, more understanding tone, but instead brought her gaze to her Hunter, her pale face turning a deathly white color as she kept her thin hands upon the Hunter's body, allowing him to cough up the blood within. There was not anger, least not then, not sadness, not pity, just.. helplessness. As if Athena considered herself useless, in a situation where a friend was in utter agony. It was something that she couldn't stop, even if the Hunter was facing "judgement", whatever this was.[/i] "I-I'm here.. shhh, I-I'm here." [i]Athena tried to calm down the Hunter, closing her eyes as she awaited his agonizing reply. She expected the worst. A begging for dеаth. Retching screams of torment. Or silence. Just.. silence. She had witnessed such things in her younger years, and she had experienced them too.[/i] [i]Nothing like this judgement, though. Nothing like this, where there was at least justification. No, she faced the senseless, meaningless hеlls of mankind's worst.[/i]