Auxana smiled at Havoc as they walked into the shop. She had intended to look for clothes herself, but then she saw Havoc and was mesmerized by how hard he was thinking. What was better, is that he was picking out clothes for her. She was happy that he wanted her to look good, and she also had a particular fondness for a lot of the stuff he was grabbing. Havoc's face was enchanting right now for her. It kind of reminded her of how her Papa looked when he was figuring out where to go next or how to beat a difficult enemy. There was something different in Havoc's face, Auxana had identified it as a slight selfishness. It was a good selfishness, a selfishness that warmed Auxana's heart. The fact that he was trying so hard because he wanted her to look good, because he would like her in these clothes felt good to her.<br/><br/>She liked almost all of the things he picked out, particularly the gloves, and the skirt. She searched around a bit, to be honest she had no clue how to do fashion, so even if there were things for Havoc, this wasn't the style that she wanted to see him in. That thought though didn't cross her mind, she was just glad that she could have fun with him. She picked out a striped black and white tank top that basically stuck to her skin, and showed a fair amount of cleavage. She also picked up a small leather jacket that just covered her shoulders and basically nothing else. She put them on the counter and took the shirt Havoc picked out off, giving him a slightly apologetic look before looking back over the clothing. Her eyes sparkled when she saw the gloves and skirt. She was almost drooling. She then turned to Havoc and hugged him close "S-sorry, I d-don't know for you, but thanks."<br/><br/>She then let go of the hug, she knew that they needed to pay for the clothes, but she didn't really have a sense of modesty. She just liked how leather looked and wanted some of it. She was going to probably start changing as soon as they payed, she had no sense of how her beautiful body could affect others. She still missed her armor looking at the clothes, but that stemmed from fear more than anything else. Still her recovered Archangel armor, really complimented her speed. She shut the thoughts out of her head, she wasn't in that world anymore, time to have fun. So she smiled and took Havoc's hand entwining her fingers with his. Indulging in his warmth and using it as an anchor for her happiness, if only for tonight she could relax.<br/><br/>___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/><br/>Norah gave a small laugh "Me, needed for my personality? Yeah, Kryban is an absurd person, very absurd. He's too nice to others, too hard on himself and somehow he needs someone like me. But with all of his absurdities, he's still the best person i have ever met. And yet, i don't trust that feeling." She laughed again but it was more self derisive.  She gave a pause to collect her thoughts about Kor'bin. She didn't blame Kor'bin, for he had helped her, but in her frustration at her own weakness she needed to blame somebody else. "It... It really wasn't Kor'bin's fault, i mean if it was him he did indeed grant my wish. It was my own weakness that brought this about."<br/><br/>For the rest of Carmichael's talking she was silent and she only barely acknowledged his exit. She was too deep in thought. She was running as many scenarios in her head as she could. It was too much what ifs, and she was trying to find the best possible answer to all of them. If he came in and begged for forgiveness she'd hold him up and tell him that no one is at fault or maybe that they both were. She believed this mostly her fault in any case, but she didn't want to make Kryban worse. When she saw Kryban though, her composure broke, and tears rolled down her face. She didn't look distressed just genuinely sad.  'villian?'  'villian?'  'villian?'  'Villian!?' she thought that same word as if it were foreign, how was he the villian in this story. He turned to leave and fear gripped her heart. One second passed and she stared at his back then another second and she grit her teeth. She bolted from her bed and put her head to his back while sobbing.<br/><br/>"Don't Go!" an earth shattering shriek left her mouth. She really had no idea what to say, so for a while she just pressed herself into his back and sobbed. "I-it's not your fault... I was the one who went berserk, i needed to be stopped... And if you don't believe that, believe that i at least forgive you, and that i am thankful to you for coming to check on me. A villain would never do that."  she smiled "If you want you can turn around now, i don't look so miserable, and well i want to see your face again." She rubbed the tears off her face and sniffled.