<span style="font-style: italic">Liliane</span><br/><br/>â€œNo!â€ Liliane protested, mind scrambling.  She had told her not to tell, butâ€¦if she was there, surely it didnâ€™t matter.  â€œThatâ€™s my mom!  Please!  Iâ€™ll stay back, I promise I will, but please please please let me go down there!â€  She looked at Tetramis with a hopeful face, holding her breath in anticipation, ready to break free and run for it if she said no.<br/><span style="font-style: italic"><br/>Alais</span><br/><br/>She laughed at Stellaâ€™s words, a harsh exclamation.  â€œOh, Stella, if only you could put everything back together.â€  But something could never be fixed, no matter who tried.  About to launch another volley of harsh words at Stella, Alais paused when she heard something falling.  â€œWhat-â€œ  Zane landed right in between them, lying on the ground, and Alais could only stand in shock for a few seconds.<span style="font-style: italic">Did he just fall from the roof? </span>That was totally unlike Zane.  The smell of fresh blood, harder to pick out when she was so soaked in the stuff, brought her to her senses, and she knelt beside him.  â€œZane?  Areâ€¦are you alright?â€