Looking at him she found herself feeling guilty for ever contacting her friend: it would have been better to suffer in silence and discover the meaning of the symbols without any help. If the<em>Sidhe</em>decided to kill her it could well be years before any felt the rippling aftershocks of her death. Her poor, sweet Nicholas... forever tormented by the cruelest of people around her.<br/><br/>Including her.<br/><br/>"Fuck..." Rubbing at her eyes Lynia turned from him and tilted her head up toward the sky so that the chilling droplets traced over her features. Leaning closer to her friend she shook her so that her damp ringlets bounced about her face. "I'm sorry to include you in this mess, Nick. I'm not even asking you to cover my ass- if they come after me, let 'em come. All I want is for you to decipher what the damage is. I don't except you to come through Hell with me if that's what I've done to myself."<br/><br/>Ducking out from under his hand to avoid the close contact Lynia went back within her apartment, feeling a chill settling within her bones that had nothing to do with the rain and everything to do with her condition. The<em>Sidhe</em>would come for her and when they did she would have to face them down, alone. Just like every other aspect of her life.