Any felt as if she just wanted to die. It wasn't her fault. She was made the way to live off of their energy and souls. She doesn't want to kill men, she has too however to live. She looked to the ground, a tear fell from her eye and splashed softly on the ground. A small light came from it, but it went unnoticed to Anya. She sighed. "Fine..." Was all she could say. Her voice was shaky as she stepped closer to Logia. Her eyes were stayed glued to the ground. She couldn't look at Hauk after the disappointed look he had give her himself. She felt sick to her stomach. The thought of suicide once again in her mind. Either that or just killing herself slowly by not taking the energy she so desperately needs to survive. Or just become a slave. Why have a life where she would be locked up or dead, when she could still live but become a disgusting old mans product for pleasure. A small shiver went down her spine as the thought crept into her mind.