The Luna of Steele

"If you just stopped to think then maybe we could've come up with a better plan than to just rush in there risking everything, EVERYTHING we've worked for!" Armitrite yelled, the vein on his forehead becoming prominent.

Alilah sat there, eying him carefully. "All I asked of you was to give me more time to get Zarcee out and then you could proceed and do as you pleased to the Bathlamen people but you are so impulsive, arrogant!" She stood, no longer taking the blows to her character.

"They took the one person," she hissed out, slamming the gold decorated plate of food before her "the ONE person, I have ever truly cared about," she clenched her jaw before looking towards the ground not wanting the pain in her eyes to be evident to any of the 5 people in front of her. "Excuse me, if my life or anyone else's from this point on has little meaning to me." She sat down again, silence wooshing through the room like a frosty breeze.

Armitrite took hold of her hands, something not regularly seen by many, and with all the sadness buried in his chest he muttered the words, she's never heard before; "I'm sorry."