Once again Tri was swimming in that void of darkness, though this time it seemed to flicker past with images and faces of blurred features. Voices filling her head telling her that everything would be ok, and others telling her to fall into everything. Tri had closely knitted herself to a honed life, keeping evil on one side and keeping the good on the other, though now... how could she tell them apart.  The voices grew in strength reaching out to her ears so that she could hear them saying they would guide her. Though the only issue Tri had with this was... who were they and how were they going to guide her if she could see them unless she was knocked out.<br/><br/>With a mumble and a shift of her form, it was clear that she was dreaming in a sense, though it was far more then that it seemed. Little by little she was coming to surface the break of darkness, reaching the dim lights of the shack now. Her brows furrowed as she breathed heavy and then sighed. She hadn't yet noticed the man at the bottom of her feet, though it took her no time to find him there. Her drained form remained were it was as she tilted her head downwards, a half crooked smile to her lips as she brought her hand up and brushed her hair aside from her face.<br/><br/>"Well... looks like you survived after all."<br/><br/>Her lips pursed to that statement, her mind lingering, then wondering as to were the Merc she had been with had gone off to.  There wasn't much to think there, he much like herself was someone of purpose and power, which meant he could and would survive on his own if he had. The more pressing matter now was the man that sat at the bottom of her feet, debating exactly what to do with him, after all he saved her life, in a sense, and she had returned the payment back to him. Now it was time to find a common ground between the two of them it seemed.