Dagger nods,<span style="font-style: italic"> I sure hope so</span>He thinks as he lets out another sigh. For most of the trip he would be unusally quiet. He looks at her when she says something about a rouge sireling. â€œLet me guess, you did what you thought was right and killed it?â€ he asks. Dagger of course didnâ€™t like the idea, but she was coven leader and it was her right to do what ever she wanted to the intruder. Now he had an unamused bored expression on his face, she could tell that he didnâ€™t like traveling that much and prefered to stay in one spot as a home. He sighs again and begins to be alone with his thoughts. He was thinking back to his mother. Of course he had handnâ€™t intented on killing her, it was an accident.<span style="font-style: italic">After killing his sept brother Joesph, he turns to see his mother. She was looking at him like he was some kind of monster, then she lets out a startled scream of terror. As he stepped closer to explain to her that he isnâ€™t what he appears to be, she backs up against the wall and begins to scream some more. Soon she doubles over in pain and lets out a gasp as she falls to the floor dead from a heart attack.</span>The image of her falling to the floor dying from a heart attack echoed in his mind and burned in his memory.<br/><br/>He had felt guitly about killing her on accident ever since it happened. He knew there was nothing he could do about it. Maybe that is why he hated most vampires, was because he needed to take the hate that he had for himself out on something. â€œIâ€™m sorry mother.â€ He says in a low tone, still lost in his thoughts. Then a single tear runs down the left side of his face, this was probably the first time in a long time he had showed sorrow as an emotion.