"Probably nothing," Kai answered, "You've just got a good killing instinct. It seems to come out when you're under stress. Calm down, and go enjoy a hot bath." Mira was still crying, though much less as she tried to quiet herself to listen to Kai's words. She wiped her nose on her sleeve still sniffling.<br/><br/>Kai sighed as he looked at her, "You'll get no sympathy here, Mira. Not even from me. I can say honestly that I know how you feel, but I'm not gonna be someone who'll offer any comfort, because no one else here will. Understand?" Mira shook her head, "No, I don't understand. I don't understand why I can't go! I don't understand why you would do this to me if you know how it's like! Why couldn't you just leave me alone? This is your fault! These were your decisions! I didn't want this, I didn't ask for this! This entire time I've been screaming no! I want to go home and there's no reason to keep me! So either let me go, kill me, or let me know why I'm really here! Because as far as I know, there is nothing important about me! I'm just some dumb bitch who didn't lock her car doors and you're just some asshole who has decided to fucking torment me for it."<br/><br/><br/>______<br/><br/>Ghost smiled at Plum, which only seemed to annoy her further. "Captain Boss? Please," he said with a snort, but then the wolf became a bit more serious. "It's the anniversary of my parents' death," he admitted. Plum mentally reeled back in surprise. How could she have forgotten? It was one of the few things Ghost was rather sensitive about. She was about to say something, but Ghost beat her to the punch as he held a hand up to silence her, "Normally I would spend the night with Brie, like we usually do, but she's decided to stay with Thyme tonight. I would love nothing more than to work all night, but there's nothing left for me to do...So yes, for the first time in a long while, I called you in here simply because I wanted to see you."<br/><br/>With that, it seemed as if Plum's anger deflated immediately. She was surprised Brie had chosen to spend her time with Thyme instead of Ghost, but even Plum could admit that Ghost hadn't been as attentive to his sister as he used to be. It was likely Brie had felt the distance and so, rather than facing the possibility of Ghost rejecting their yearly ritual, she had rejected it herself. Brie had always been the one to hide away if she felt even the slightest bit unwanted. Plum wondered how Thyme would deal with that if Brie ever felt even slightly neglected by him.<br/><br/>"Damnit, Ghost. Why can't you just let me be angry," she mumbled out--the closest thing to an apology Ghost would ever get from her. She made her way to the bed, sitting down on it then flopping backwards with a slight bounce. She was still in her black shorts and blood stained tank, but the blood was at least dry. "So...Kai brought the human back, I heard. Is she really that interesting?" Plum asked with mild curiosity. She didn't understand it. She didn't feel as if it were in Kai or Ghost's character to let the human live and she had a difficult time grasping the concept.<br/><br/><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: white;background:white;"/></div><br/><br/>Brie was curled up in a chair wearing nothing but an overly large sweater that went down to her knees. In her hands was a cup of hot tea that she seemed incredibly focused on. Her mood wasn't the best, but it wasn't the worst it had ever been. She had decided to stay with Thyme for the evening instead of her brother on the anniversary of her parents' death.<br/><br/>"Do you think he's mad at me?" she asked suddenly, her worried blue eyes looking up to Thyme. It wasn't that Brie didn't want to spend the evening with Ghost, but she didn't feel as if he really had wanted to spend the evening with her. However, when she had told him that she would be spending the evening with Thyme, she could have sworn she saw a flash of hurt behind his eyes. Now she was feeling incredibly guilty. "Ghost would say something if it bothered him..." she mumbled to herself.<br/><br/>Her hand came up to toy with the necklack Thyme had made her. It seemed to bring her some form of comfort, though it certainly displayed her unease. Brie tended to be overly worried about her brother and how he felt.