<span style="color: #0080FF"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-family: Viner Hand ITC;">A</span><span style="color: #0040FF">nak</span><span style="color: #0080FF">a</span></span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;">She didn't follow him immediately instead she turned back to where the weapon was and took it back out of its hiding spot. She flicked in over her hands once more before returning it with a frown. He had a point if she ever had any faith then maybe things would be better than her, but once demons over ran the earth she had lost all faith. She didn't realize why it interested him if she didn't really have faith or not after all he just had to find her brother or help her get a way to. <span style="color: #0080FF">Why does he care...?</span><br/><br/>It was a question that wasn't answered immediately as she thought it would be. It wasn't answered until the sun hit her face making it clear she was angry. Her eye brows furrowed with her green eyes squinting as the rage of the sun's light shined into her eyes. She looked over at Hiei eye brows still furrowed. <span style="color: #0040FF">He doesn't... he is just doing his job, jeez you women read signals wrong...</span> He chuckled at his own reply, <span style="color: #0080FF">I wasn't thinking of that manner I was wondering what sparked the sudden interest...Damn your annoying sometimes.</span> She snapped back still frustrated with herself some what.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"How will we find Yami with out the weapon don't we need to ask people to try it to figure out who it would be? Or do you have a different idea? and for your information I don't give up, I just have no faith in others. Giving up would be dying and have I died yet?"</span><br/><br/>She was still a bit snappy but she didn't like that he thought she had given up. Just because someone felt defeated didn't mean they gave up. She would never give up on herself or what her goals where but when they shifted to something else she didn't necessarily want she felt a bit defeated especially when it involved the high possibility of death. She looked up at him hand on her him, give up? How the hell do you do that? <span style="color: #0080FF">Men read signals wrong she shot back at Azrael in the perfect time.</span> Her demon merely grunt in response and pleasing her that she was correct once again. <span style="font-style: italic">Sentimental demon my ass</span> she thought as his words replayed over in her head. Demons were known to not give a fuck about their host unless the host could provide more for them later. </span>