Ester held him close, still uncertain if he felt fine. If he did feel fine, he wouldn't have so violently passed out! She kept holding him, not even acknowledging the others there, even as they left. When Chance let go of her, she did too, her gaze confused at what he was about to say.<br/><br/>It hit her. Hard. She merely stared, mouth open, as he told her what would transpire. However, this wasn't the lovey-dovey moment she might have expected, as Shadow Ester went ballistic. Ester turned to her, shocked at how selfish she could be. "He loved me FIRST, you know. You can find someone else!" she said defensively. But, suddenly, she was pushed to the edge as she grabbed her blade and swung. In an instant, Ester's hair suddenly blocked the blade, and flicked it out of her hands, sending it blade first into the nearby wall.<br/><br/>Ester loomed over her shadowy counterpart, eyes alight. "Don't. You. DARE hurt him! As much as he seemed to go after you, it was because of MY appearance that he kept dealing with you! YOU said you would be good! YOU said you would help us! HOW DOES KILLING THE GUY I LOVE COUNT AS HELPING!?!??!??!!"