<div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/___protector_of_time____by_vincentxyooj-d5lw1gq_zps59496fa9.png)</div><br/><em>"I know how much frustration you are feeling. How helpless you think you are. But you are alive. And you have a chance at revenge. Do not waste your health on a punching bag,"</em><br/><br/>"Why the fuck not!!!"  Allia screamed as she pulled herself away from Damian, the fire back in her heart where sobs and feelings of listlessness had been only moments before.  She was seething,  still burning from her anger and her grief.  She'd tried her best over the past day to come to terms with what had happened and nothing made sense.  And now here was the one man, the only Clanner in their midst, telling her he knows what it's like to have everything she knew and cared about, everything she'd fought for over the last year destroyed everything she had built in a matter of minutes.  Her rage grew more intense as she thought about the words that Emily had said.<br/><br/>"How do you know what I'm feeling?"  She yelled.  "How do you think<em>you </em>know how this makes me feel?  How could I EVER get revenge for what happened yesterday Damian!!"  Tears and rage filled her eyes, her heart racing, her chest heaving for breath under her sports bra.  Allia yelled her despair and pain at Damian as if the tone and volume would wrench the large ball in her chest out and throw it headlong at Damian.  How could he know.  They barely knew each other and the only reason they were working so closely together now was because Carlos and his command staff were dead, putting Allia in a position she'd never been before.  She seemed to remember something from one of her psychology classes at the academy about the stages of grief, but right now her body and her mind were in a whole other state of existence.