<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://scontent.cdninstagram.com/t51.2885-15/e35/13381189_236387550075587_999398268_n.jpg?ig_cache_key=MTI3MDM1MDIwOTYwMzcyODQ4MA%3D%3D.2&amp;se=7)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Blackout (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12962174#msg12962174)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Common Room<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 10th, Midday<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Domino (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg13046814#msg13046814)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Brooding darkly over the mission.<br/><hr/><br/>It felt so good to get all of this off her chest.  It had been building and building like a bomb getting ready to explode.  To have someone offer to be an ear for her to let it all out just was like a massive relief to the girl.  And as she finally got it out, she fell silent and waited.  She didn't know what Domino would say in response to what she'd just been told, but it really didn't matter at this point.  Someone had listened and that had, in of itself, done so much good for the young woman.  But Domino did have something to say and it wasn't at all what Blackout had expected.<br/><br/>It was the truth.  The plain, honest, and unaltered truth.  Yes, she might've killed those two men, but there was a chance that they'd survived.  Whether or not they had was irrelevant.  Just for someone to tell her that she might never know the truth in such a raw and honest fashion stopped her and caused her to look at Domino for a long time, unsure what to say.  But the words 'self-defense isn't murder' kept echoing in her head and she knew, in her heart, that this was a fact.  And she knew this.  So why was it that she was struggling with this?  She needed to figure it out.<br/><br/>Then it hit her.  It wasn't that she'd possibly killed.  That was a part of it, but what it really was was the fact that she wasn't able to take care of herself.  She had trained and trained and trained and when it had come time to actually use that training, she'd failed miserably.  It felt like she'd wasted so much time.  That was what truly got to her.  All that effort seemingly meaningless.<strong>"I.....I know all of this,"</strong>she said softly,<strong>"I think it's just that......I trained so hard and so long.  Logan, Bishop, they both trained me for this and when it came time for me to show what I could do, I failed.  I let them down.  I let myself down."</strong><br/><br/>She fell silent again as she thought about it.  The idea of letting them down was painful to her, but not nearly as painful as letting herself down.  She thought she'd become strong and when it came down to it, she'd shown herself to be weak.  Weak and unable to survive in the world.  She looked around at the room.  Here, she was safe.  But she hadn't wanted to be safe.  She'd wanted to help.  And she'd failed miserably in that regard and endangered the entire mission with her failures.<strong>"So ummmmmm,"</strong>she reached, hoping not to talk about her failures for a moment,<strong>"How'd you end up here?  What's your story?"</strong>