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<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)"><span style="font-size: 18px">IDRIS ADELINA BELLUCCI</span></span></b><br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)"><span style="font-size: 12px">Ability | Elemental Recomposition<br/>
Location | Operations Room<br/>
Mentioning | Briefly Addy, then Emmy |</span></span><br/>
<br/>​</div><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">When Addy approached Emmy, leaning down to hug her and show her words of support, a momentary spell of emotion came across the woman's face. She found comfort in Addy's solidarity towards Emmy, but she knew that she and Addy were on... rocky terms, something she meant to address as soon as she could. So when the girl turned back around, exiting towards the Training Room to blow off some steam with Chris, Idris gave a soft smile that did not quite reach her eyes and she averted her gaze to keep from provoking the younger spitfire. Later, she would have the time to speak with her - not to accuse her, not to show anger, but to simply... try and mend things. Once Addy had walked away to train with Chris, Idris' attention lifted to Emmy. She began speaking and rather than interject, to voice her intentions, she allowed Emmy the time to speak because truly, she needed it. She deserved it. And her words were as true as Addy's had been, albeit Emmy hadn't left like Addy had, like the rest of them had. As Emmy spoke, the weight of her words settled over Idris and she found her own chocolate eyes wandering her younger sibling's face, taking in the words that she spewed. And when she finished, Idris was left filled with more emotion and hurt than she was before - not hurt by Emmy, but hurt by herself, by the pain she had caused.<br/>
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"Emmy, I-" Idris started when Emmy had finished, sighing as her eyes dropped to the floor, searching the tile furiously as if the words she sought were written among their polished exterior. They were not. Lifting her dark eyes, Idris' gaze met with Emmy's, the two women so similar in appearance that they could have been blood related. Her eyes searched Emmy's face before she continued, struggling with the right words.<br/>
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"I don't expect you to say anything. I'm not here to make excuses for myself or blame you. None of this is your fault, darling. Not a single bit of it. Not Mother's death, not us leaving... That's on us. I should have never left you alone. You were so young and I-I thought that if I could find Mother's killer, bring them back to you to serve justice that maybe... Maybe somehow that would be enough to chase away the hurt and the pain. I thought that if I could find who had shattered our family, that maybe it would fix things somehow. I know how stupid that sounds, I know that I left you when you needed me most... And I'll never be able to forgive myself for it." Idris sighed, her shoulders deflating as she leaned forward in her chair, placing a hand on Emmy's knee as she did so. When she looked up again, tears filled her eyes. They did not spill, they did not run down her cheeks, but her face twisted with pain and horror and remorse.<br/>
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"I don't know how to do this, Emmy. I don't know how to make things right and I know it is too late for that, but I've seen so many horrible things. Men and women murdered in cold blood, tortured. Children beaten, raped, sold as property and their minds twisted beyond repair. I've seen drug dealers kill in cold blood to keep from getting busted and arms dealers turn entire cities into blood baths. But nothing, and I mean nothing, could ever make me feel as horrible as coming home and finding you in a pool of Mother's blood, your face so broken and hurt and lost." Idris took a shuddering breath then, looking far off as if she were remembering.<br/>
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"The way you trembled, the way you heaved for air... I thought it was going to kill me, Emmy, I couldn't bare it. I just snapped, I ran out to the yard, ran the perimeter of the building to see if there were any breaches and when I came up empty handed, I just... left. I chased the ghost into the dark, across the seas, across countless countries and dark places... And I found nothing. I came home with nothing. You did not fail anyone, Emmy. I failed you. I failed Mother. I failed The Cabal... and I did not know how to return a failure. I felt that if I returned empty handed, I'd be no further use to any of you so I just stayed away. I know none of this is an excuse, but... I just had to say it." As she finished, she looked down at her hands, hands that now trembled with the weight of her emotions and the non-use of her powers. Her skin was becoming increasingly more painful, the energy and elements within her stirring and swirling to a dangerous degree to Idris' health. She felt like a ticking time bomb of isolation, emotion, and raw power. But nothing compared to the swallowing guilt she felt that threatened to eat her alive from the inside out.</span>