Ashton's fist shivered for a bit, but the anger on her face dropped. "I knew you would say that. Since all my secrets are spilling out to the public view of 3 damned strangers, perhaps I can share more."<br/><br/>She took a deep breath in. "Roy's my brother. He pretends otherwise, but he's dying." A tear fell from her face.<br/><br/>"He's got a week left... at most." She looked away, sitting down on her bed. "He always wanted to be a knight. But he's too frail for that. I took up this thing for him. After he's gone..."<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"I really don't have a reason to live."</span><br/><br/>Holding her sword with her bloodied hand, she lifted it up and placed it at her throat. "If you will hang this over my head, be my fucking guest."<br/><br/>With tears finally pouring from her face, she screamed in anger: "I'll spend my last week with my fucking brother and you can shove your fucking knowledge up your demonic asshole!"