<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #BF40FF">Freya Seree Acantha</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #BF40FF">Princess Freya</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/a2c6e264-3a65-4102-946a-ac7eb0b5209e_zpsd9b16921.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>Freya rubbed the blanket against her eyes to clear her face of the tears that had sprung forth. She looked at Raphael for a moment after her spoke wondering why in the world he would think she was the most special woman he had ever met. He was right, though, trust was something that had to be built up. She was silent for quite some time and Geek had remained in silence as well.<br/><br/>Finally, she spoke,<span style="color: #BF40FF"><span style="font-weight: bold"> "I want the bomb out of me. It is either take it out and I will cooperate or leave it and be forced to kill me."</span></span>She was serious, absolutely and totally committed to allowing herself to die instead of walking around with the bomb. Raphael had explained the reasoning before, but it wasn't sound enough for her and she was done with these games. They had the upper hand regardless of the bomb, there was no use in it anymore.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF40FF"><span style="font-weight: bold">"You want my trust? Then you have to trust me as well--and it starts by allowing me to be free of this bomb."</span></span>