Traitor....? (Open)

[Kyrie Blaze]

The flinch and scream hurt - and Kyrie winced for the pain in her ears and her heart - though she also felt it was justified.

"Alright. I won't be hard to find when you're done letting everything out."

Blue eyes swerved to Damien, both in concern and mild apology. She knew her sister, knew this fire would die down...but she just didn't know when, this time. She'd never seen her on this level before. Kyrie could hope that her sister's usual demeanour hadn't changed that much that after she got everything out, that she would be more willing to listen, to talk, and maybe forgive on some level.

The blonde moved back out of the room, ears ringing.

[Arianna Barrial]

Kyrie's exit seemed to drain all the additional strength her legs had gained and she sank down against the floor, braced against the foot of the bed. And
so the tears continued, refilling and blurring her gaze before she squeezed her eyes shut. Someone might as well have reached into her chest cavity and pulled out her still-beating heart to cut it to ribbons.

[Damien Blaze]

Damien saw Arianna come into view, and he'd try to reach over to touch her shoulder....but his cuffs clanked, so his hand hung there before coming back to rest.

"Arianna...."

[Arianna Barrial]

He'd have a long way to try and reach, considering she was by his feet. But the clanks couldn't stop her crying. If anything, her name made it worse.

"S-S-Sorr-rr-ry c-can't cut it."

It might have been an expression to start it, but it wasn't a thing to poof and make things all better, now, nor was her sister's presence. As much as she wanted to hug her, hug Damien, because they were alive...there were years of pain now made extremely fresh, and everything given so far hurt all the more. Maybe she was being irrational at the end of it all..?

Fate was cruel after all, wasn't she?

[Damien Blaze]

"I know."

He'd be watching her, unsure how to say what he wanted to.

"I don't...know what else I can say, or do, to fix this for you."

[Arianna Barrial]

Her head was pounding. Arianna leaned her forehead against a knee after she re-arranged herself on the floor. She’d been blown up a short time ago, and after regaining her wits she was immediately on the case with helping people survive from grisly and grievous injuries.

Everything from before wasn’t yet replaying in her head, but she was swamped with everything.

Nor did she have answers for Damien as to what could possibly help, so the only thing that was his response was the semi-muffled but continued sounds of her crying.

[Damien Blaze]

He ground his teeth. There was so much he wanted to tell her....but right now, none of it mattered. If she had to hate him, he understood. He knew he deserved it.

"....................."

He stayed silent, knowing that was the best course while she collected herself.

[Arianna Barrial]

She wanted to yell more. In general, at him, it didn’t matter. The thing was, she didn’t have the strength to.

The doctor didn’t know what to make of Damien’s silence either, and for now didn’t try to make sense of it.

[Bailey Oleander]

Bailey had been attempting to leave the infirmary - attempting, because after the battle at the front gates, a ton of people she knew and then some all seemed to be in the same place. Not surprising, but it was more than she had expected. But she found herself stopping at the sound of a familiar voice, distressed enough to be shouting so much that Bailey could hear her a couple of rooms away, and now the sounds of crying, though the words were garbled. There was another voice, masculine, but not one she was as familiar with.

"Arianna?" she called softly with a knock at the door. "Are you okay?"

[Arianna Barrial]

The trio standing outside the doors remained stoic, bless them. But the quiet rapping followed by a familiar voice had Arianna’s head suddenly jerking up with wide eyes. Red eyes. Hastily, she wiped at her eyes and sniffed a few times.

“I—“ Gods, she was a mess. “—sorry, Bailey. I’m—I’ll be o-okay. How can I help you?”

The sudden realization that she’d been shrieking sank in, along with the fact she had probably been way too loud with crying, and an embarrassed flush crept up her neck to suffuse her cheeks. Up, up to her feet she scrambled.

[Damien Blaze]

Damien stayed silent. Bailey....Bailey Blake? He'd read her profile somewhere....but he'd let Arianna do her thing, the young Blaze in no position to offer assistance.

[Bailey Oleander]

She sounded less than okay. Bailey debating her options as she looked at the closed door. Even Arianna had advised she wasn't, but it sounded like she might want privacy as well. Still, she decided to push a bit.

"Can I come in?"

[Arianna Barrial]

Well...

Arianna grimaced and used the cuff of her shirtsleeves to wipe her face. It wouldn't do anything for her red-rimmed eyes or her voice, but it would at least make her feel marginally better. At least, she was on her feet and she didn't have to worry about being a puddle on the floor.

"Alright."

What else could she say or do? Her immediate feeling of needing to intercept just made things look worse.

[Bailey Oleander]

Though the okay was given reluctantly, Bailey entered the room, cautiously opening the door. Arianna didn't sound close to it, but she didn't know what she would be walking into, either. Entering quickly and shutting the door behind her, the shorter blonde herself in a room with a red-eyed medic and Damien in...cuffs? She blinked, confusion on her expression, almost certain she was imagining things. She recognized the face of the man Arianna had lashed out in the group fight before it went haywire, but there was no name or other connection. Frowning, she'd nod to him and look back at Arianna.

"I wanted to see how you were doing with everything, maybe see if you had time to grab tea or coffee or something since it's starting to quiet down." At least, the worst of it seemed to be outside the room.

"I can come back later if this is a bad time."

[Arianna Barrial]

Man, if this wasn't anything other than what it was considering the soldiers and Neg outside...it would look bad.

Arianna exhaled, the sound somewhat stuttered and choppy as she tried tucking her frayed edges away. Bailey's words had her expression softening somewhat, touched despite her stress and strain. Tea would be so welcome, especially right now...the surgeon had zero idea how to move forward, but she was tired of having the past twenty years fester inside her with the knowledge that Damien was alive and...and she had... A slow inhale didn't really abate the gathering storm but it made her slightly steady. "I'd be happy to have tea, Bailey. I...apparently have some things to work through, if that's alright? Perhaps in, oh...an hour?"

An hour was maybe too generous but she wasn't sure how to go about it, wasn't sure how to even start, aside from the shrieking she'd just done.