Rinzin's heart was pounding, his mind was swimming, he didn't feel in control at all and it was tearing him up. Janaff being so close and the offer to be a listening ear was making his heart ache desperately, he wanted to run, to just disappear into the shadows without another word. But that wouldn't solve anything, the one thing it could do was drive a wedge between him and Janaff, and he didn't want that. He looked up at him with a pained look before saying. "You can't fix everything Janaff, you can't fix me, I'm an assassin, plain and simple, jobs and plans are the only things I can do well, that I understand. Not friendship, hell not even being in a family, I'll protect every single one of you to my last breath, but I can't be normal, I just can't, hurts too much to even try. I wish I could, I wish my whole life story wasn't disturbing as hell to good people like you. Everything about me is wrong and abnormal, from being gay to being able to kill a man without even a hint of sympathy or remorse. And don't think that's the worst of it, that's the least off putting of it all. The thing is, happiness isn't a possibility for me, I live for the mission, I'm just glad that I actually found one I see purpose in. I really wish things were different, but they’re not, if I could change it I would, but I can't." He did feel a little more stable after saying all that, Janaff should at least understand why he couldn’t just be like everyone else now.<br/><br/>“I’ll always be here for you, no matter what. I care about you so much Seth, I’ll help you in anyway I can, I promise.” She was glad he seemed to becoming more comfortable. She was just thinking about him and was only afraid of not helping out enough. Her whole life she had been called useless and a waste of space by her father, no matter what she did. Even when Pascha tried to encourage her by telling her how much she appreciated some of the things she does, she has this doubt about it that won’t go away. She always feels like Pascha slaves away at helping her far more than she has ever done in return, Pascha was her caretaker and she never felt like she would be able to pay her back for all she’s done. Seth too, she saw that he saved her life, that on top of standing up to her father earlier and other things that may have seemed little to him, she cherished greatly and always would feel indebted to him. In a way she felt indebted to everyone in the group, but none as much as Seth and Pascha.<br/><br/>Well, if you insist, Pascha thought while grinning on the inside. She then moved her left hand to further up the dress nearing her breasts, massaging her skin as she went. Her right hand began rubbing her slit over the stockings, she then lowered the stockings just slightly. She stopped kissing Selia just long enough to lick her fingers in order to wet them. She then went back down to Selia’s now exposed clit, gently rubbing it with her wet fingers. Pascha was greatly enjoying herself, she might have cared some if the others caught them doing this, but was not willing to stop or even slow down because of it. As for strangers, she couldn’t care less.