Marie
"Yakaiyo... Why don't you leave Silnaria? Come with me. We can go anywhere, Salvainia, Runran, Mentia... Just away from here!"

*Horace stares with determined emerald eyes back at Yakaiyo. He was serious...*

"I know you don't care about what happens to you. But as a friend, I can't sit back and watch you do this to yourself anymore. Hunting random elves to no end, getting caught and-... It hurts me more than you'd think! So please...! Leave this place. It will only bring you more pain!"
Minerva
*The bowl clatters onto the table as Yakaiyo's hands relax. A shocked, yet grateful expression takes over her face as she listens to her friend speak.*

"L-leave Silnaria?"

*The thought of leaving her home scared her. It was the only place she knew. But was it really? Now that it was swarming with enemies, and she couldn't even show her own face? Maybe it would be better to start over. Begin life anew.*

*But could she leave the memories of her life behind?*

*With her voice wracked with pain, Yakaiyo is able to push out her words.*

"Starting over... Maybe it's best. But can I leave the memory of my family behind? I need something, *Something* To hold onto! Just one thing for each of them. What? No, no I'm not doing that. I'm not!"

*Yakaiyo begins to hold her head, looking around as if she were talking to invisible creatures nearby. Her breathing becomes rapid, and her eyes wild.*

"Please, don't make me do it! I'll die!"
Marie
*Horace stared with great worry as Yakaiyo seemed to begin to crumble. He remembered her saying she heard voices... She must be having a break down. The elf, not 100% sure on what to do would stand from the table, stepping over to Yakaiyo's side. He reaches for her hand, grabbing it in an attempt to get her attention.*

"Yakaiyo! Yakaiyo! Talk to me! Im here, im the only one who's here. Your family is gone...! You shouldn't listen to those voices! It's nothing but you- Your rage, your sadness! They aren't real!"

*The elf holds the Trenton's hand firmly, unwilling to let go, as if he was fighting for her thoughts as much as the voices were. He looked at her with undivided attention, just hoping she'd be okay.*