<span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-style: italic">Pandora</span></span><br/><br/>Pandora watched as he finished cleaning, stood politely waiting for direction. It never came, however; at least, not while he still could've used help. She listened when he spoke and watched him shed his armour. She hadn't really realised how much smaller she was until that point. He was bigger than any of the guys she'd lived with at the bandit camp and she'd felt small around<span style="font-style: italic">them</span>.<br/>When he offered her a seat, Pandora was hesitant but sat down anyway. She wasn't afraid of him; she'd just never really been a visitor in another's house before. Her whole life she had lived with her brothers for the most part adne everything had been hers by extension. If it hadn't been hers and she wanted it, she would just take it. The life of a bandit wasn't valliant or honourable, but at least it was simple.<br/>She timidly sat down next to Roland and gave him a shy smile. She laughed a little bit when he told her not to worry and that he didn't bite. She hadn't been worried about thatâ€”she could bite back if needed.<br/>â€œYou're not all that scary, don't worry,â€ Pandora told him with a hint of a ludic tone in response to his reassuring look. She looked up and grinned at him, looked quickly down when she began to feel shaky and dizzy again. She must've looked exceedingly paleâ€”more so than she usually did. Going over the symptoms of serious blood loss in her head she rubbed her hands together. They may have been a little cold, or it may have been her imagination.<br/>Pandora decided that it was best to just sit back and try not to put much stress on her body. It had to work to heal those wounds after all, and that didn't seem to be an easy task with all the blood she'd seen dripping down her arm earlier. She leaned back and rested her head and spine against the couch, sighed, and closed her eyes for a moment. The dizziness appeared to have subsided for the moment and she was happy for that. When her eyes opened again she looked to Roland.<br/>â€œI'm not sure if I've told you this already, but thanks. I'd be raped and dead or dying in a pool of my own blood if it wasn't for you,â€ she said with a genuine smile. He had saved her from a terrible fate and she had been a total stranger. Roland was a good man. Pandora wondered, though... after the adrenaline had worn off, the wounds healed, if she lived... without her brothers, what would it be worth?<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-style: italic">Tsura</span></span><br/><br/>Tsura watched as Bloodwing flew away, saw him rip the throat out of the Skag in the distance. She quickly drew her right hand up to her mouth as if she felt sick and closed her eyes, shook her head. Jove pressed himself against Tsura's leg and whimpered in fear. It was nature, the circle of life. Tsura knew that, but the poor Skag was more-or-less the victim of an unfair fight. She tried to convince herself that it was just nature, the same thing would've happened had it been any other Trash Feeder but it was hard knowing that the bird had been trained to hunt and kill by the inconsiderate poacher bastard who Tsura was now leading through the desert.<br/>Bloodwing started picking at the newly-dead carcass and Tsura had to redirect her attention elsewhere. The stringy flesh, fat and muscle being plucked, stretching before breaking off, a piece of wet and squishy tissue then being devoured and swallowed... Tsura shook her head again, felt sick to her stomach. She then registered that Mordecai had spoken.<br/>She replied, â€œThat's like asking how you know the streets of Fyrestone. I just do. And if I don't, I have ways of finding out. You have nothing to worry about; I assure you.â€ Her voice was calm but had a trace of causticity tagged to a few select words. She had worded her response in such a way that hinted for him to be quiet. She doubted he got the insinuation.<br/>Tsura, hands still in her pockets, continued walking toward what appeared to be nothing. After a short ammount of time something came into view in the distance. Tsura sighed in relief when she laid eyes on the depot. It was the Catch-A-Ride station she was leading him to. Mordecai likely didn't know that but since Tsura was well aware of her surroundings she could distinguish the unique deails of the establishment.<br/>She quickened her pace, eager to get Mordecai off her back. Not only did she just not like him, but he gave her an uneasy feeling. It was something hard to explain, a trepidatious emotion which she had never before felt. Maybe... something bad was going to happen. No, couldn't be. She would've seen it in her vision and thus not saved the guy. Right?<br/>In disquiet she looked back at Mordecai. She inconspicuously studied him for a moment, then felt almost ill when she felt that oh-so-familliar intuition. DÃ©ja vu... No vision followed. All she felt was the initial emotion and all she saw was the trigger: Mordecai's face, his expression, the way he walked. Tsura turned away from him, ignored her overwrought sensation. All would be fine. She'd lead the dude to Fyrestone and she'd never see him again. Nothing would happen and Tsura would be alright. She looked down to Jove who gave her a reassuring Skag smile, eyes bright. He felt the optimism Tsura tried to force on herself and that gave her a sliver of confidence.<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-style: italic">Lilith</span></span><br/><br/>Lilith growled in anger, looked around. She sensed someone near her. No one was there. Damn the bitch! Before she could aim her gun and shoot at where she thought the woman was, she heard a sound like a stone being clumsily placed on the ground behind her. Not thrown,<span style="font-style: italic">placed</span>. It had to be some kind of trick. Lilith walked up to the stone, kicked it. She wouldn't fall for this.<br/>â€œNo, I'm not playing your game. You either come out or get loaded with lead. Your choice,â€ Lilitch called to the woman, shifting her gaze and turning her head as she spoke. The woman<span style="font-style: italic">had</span>to have heard her. Her voice was loud, the canyon echoed. She had to be close, no one can get that far away that fast.<br/>Lilith started to feel creeped out, as if the woman had been a ghost. No one had looked at her, after all, in Fyrestone, and he had a shadowy look about her. Now the girl was gone without a trace and picking on Lilith like a mischevious spirit. But no, that woman had been very alive when Lilith had seen her in Fyrestone. Pale flesh, but flesh all the same. She was a living, existing being. And now she was acting as a haunting to the Siren whom she had no reason to plague.<br/>Lilith looked up and around again, lifted her gun. She would keep her promise of filling the unseen woman with lead and she was not afraid to act quicky. The girl must've had a reson to hide since she was hiding at all. If she had no reason to remain veiled she wouldn't be as such. Lilith felt she could sense malicious intent or past wrong deeds. Finger petting the trigger, Lilith reissued her warning.<br/>â€œCome out or you'll die.â€