<b>RE: A New Fate for the Twins [Razgriz x Karameida x Serenity]</b><br/><br/>Hikaru ignored the occultists that ringed the chamber, for she could feel the pain and suffering of the man on the table. And she ached to go to him, to heal him. But she knew she must be patient and wait, though after many hundreds of years of being patient and waiting, she found it challenging now to be still and inactive. More so now that there was someone who disparately needed her help. And then something happened, for the first time, possibly ever, the twin of light regretted her inaction. Fore one of the men dashed forward, sword in hand. His words and actions brought a cold fury to the heart of her. And a small cry left her lips as he gutted the defenceless boy.<br/><br/>Even before Tsukiko spoke, Hikaru could feel the regret she held at what she must do now, with her beloved twin there. But for once the loss of life that would ensue, and the brutal violence, appeased rather then saddened the twin of light.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff1493"> “Do not apologize... if you were not here I would do it myself. With sickness and disease, and it would not be a quick and pleasant death.”</span>Despite her words a small part of her was glad that she would not have to go through with such a thing and stain her hands of healing with death. That Tsukiko was here to ensure their deaths. Even though the scene would truly be devastating.<br/><br/>With a last nod to her twin Hikaru made her way through the room to its centre, and to the table that was quickly being stained red with innocent blood. She emptied her mind as she neared the table. Pushing aside her angry thoughts, pushing away thoughts of death and sickness until she was her naturally serene self once more. She could not heal him with a mind as black as hers had become, she needed to forgive the occultists, and forget them, so that she could return to a state of purity.<br/><br/>A slim hand reached out and she ran her fingers gently through his hair soothingly.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff1493"> “It will be alright.”</span>She said with a light, reassuring smile. Then her attention was on his wound. She placed her hands along the ragged wound and began to hum softly as her hands began to glow with a white light. Her humming soon turned to soft singing, the melody was sweet and low and though the words were in a language that was old and long forgotten, it was clear that they were words of strength and of healing.<br/><br/>The wound slowly began to close, the flesh of his organs knitting itself back together, while she cleared away any infection that would seek to take route in the fresh wound. Her brow furrowed, and sweat beaded on her forehead. It had been so long since she had used her gift of healing. So long since she had done anything beside float in empty space. It was taxing. But she could sense that her task was almost complete and she refocused herself. Layers of flesh began to align and reform as a whole until the only evidence of an injury was the drying blood on his freshly healed torso.<br/><br/>Hikaru wasn't aware when her twin had joined her, but soft words reached her ears and her singing slowly came to an end.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff1493"> “He will be fine.”</span>Hikaru said as she straightened, rolling her stiff shoulders. She swayed slightly but steadied herself by grasping the stone table.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff1493">“And I am finished...I do indeed feel rusty.”</span>She said with a grimace.<br/><br/>Looking at her twin and down at herself she heartily agreed that clothes would be nice,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff1493"> “A bath would be good as well.”</span>She added as she looked down at her hands, slick with blood from Mortimer's wound.