Kira didn’t know what had come over her. She felt tired now, hunched on the sidewalk while Sabina sat reassuringly close and held her. Kira knew she had scared the other girl, that much was clear. Even more so, however, Kira had terrified herself. The fear had only come after, however. The outburst felt amazing, comforting even, as Kira had almost become overwhelmed by the sudden onset of rage and that seemed like an answer to all the fear and frustration inside of her. All that was now replaced by guilt and confusion. She didn’t know why she had reacted so irrationally, so dangerously. Perhaps it was because of the stupid nuts hitting her. The incident had only lasted a few seconds, but it had seemed so much longer. It seemed to Kira as though the wonderful feeling of fire coursing through her veins lasted forever, slowly edging closer to unleashing a scorching blast upon Sabina.<br/><span style="color: #FF00FF"> "It's alright, I am sorry I scared you. I didn't think that I would've scared you with just a few nuts,” </span>Sabina said, picking up a nut and holding it in front of the distraught Kira even as tears began to well in her bright blue eyes.<br/><span style="color: #FF80FF">“Oh…”</span>Kira mumbled quietly. She reached out a shaking hand and gently took the nut from Sabina. The glowing blue veins that had crisscrossed her body moments before had now faded to cold white lines, still etched across her wrist, hand and fingers as she turned the nut over in her fingers. Even as she did this, the lines seemed to be gradually fading away. Elsewhere on her hand and exposed wrist, however, there was still scarring from the showdown with Garrison. Those marks were nastier, raised scars, still uncomfortable looking and perhaps made worse by the recent use of her power - despite not even releasing any blasts. They didn’t stand out enough to be noticed at a glance, but now that Sabine was so close to her hand they were very obvious.<br/><span style="color: #FF80FF"> “I didn’t even know you threw these,”</span>Kira said softly, a tear slowly running down her right cheek. She realised that Sabine must have taken the same train here, and been near her the whole time as she walked.<span style="color: #FF80FF">“But I’m the one that should be sorry. Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself when you fell?”</span>She asked, her voice quivering with concern. Her head was still bowed, her eyes darting from place to place on the back tarmac street in front of them.