<span style="color: #0000FF"><span style="font-style: italic">Great,</span> Delancey thought, <span style="font-style: italic">instead of fighting, we're having a break down moment...</span> His gaze shifted from the vampire and the servial, gauging each of their movements in turn. When were people going to start doing stuff <span style="font-style: italic">predictable</span> for once?</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">Reed felt his hand pull away, but heard his body shake with grief under his clothing before he had pulled away. <br/><span style="font-style: italic">Who had died? His brother...</span> Her own unshed tears from her own family's massacre slid down her face like a cleansing stream. Her knees collapsed without his support, forcing her to the ground. Memory became unbidden, in a time she had been happy...</span><br/><span style="color: #FF0000"><span style="font-style: italic">The blood covering the ground had been new and slick. Falling was new to her, having just turned 15. Especially tripping over her deceased family. Little Kate had been thrown from her crib, John's vitals had been hashed on the doorstep, and mama and papa were together, in the kitchen... None of their faces felt familiar, no comfort to be had. Loneliness encircled her like a shroud...</span></span><br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">And she hadn't allowed herself to cry like this for three years...</span>