09-16-2013, 02:24 PM
"I killed someone." Aria frowned. She didn't want to know, not really. That was really the reason they hunted him. Not because he was a monster, because he had accidentally killed with this power. If he'd just had the control he possessed now he'd not be in the mess. Aria remember so many times she had made a mess of things because of who she was and what she was. Her mistakes lead to deaths of innocents, but still they let her work. Aria wondered if that was the reason she was under lock and key most of her life. But why now? Why push her out into the world unaided and alone. She sighed. She definitely didn't have the answer he was really looking for.
Aria smiled at the enthusiasm he offered when talking about healing with the power. She knew it wasn't all bad, and that it could have a very good impact on the world at large if only it could be accepted. But sadly with power comes responsibility and some people don't handle it well. Aria could only think what someone who could heal could do with that knowledge. It was a fine line to cross from healing to killing. She supposed it was no different than putting your life in the hands of a doctor.
"Your's is not the first cult..." Cult? Aria's anger flared. She tried to walk it off but the fact that he though her part of a cult. Some religious freak who practiced things out of the ordinary was insulting and her very limited control was already on it's last legs. He continued speaking . Aria didn't catch most of it. Her anger boiling on top of what was left of his. She could hardly feel anything else, much less hear what he had to say. By the time he asked her about her questions there was nothing left of her control. Her own anger enveloped her and she collapsed into a sitting position on the ground and held her head to her knees with her arms. His emotions pounded at her head, her own swirled in faster than she could manage, the people in the building surrounding the little garden were a buzz with their own things. Everything was smashing her senses all at once. Aria dug her fingernails into the palm of her hand. She focused on the pain. She wish she had brought a blade. She focused on the pain and nothing else.
Aria smiled at the enthusiasm he offered when talking about healing with the power. She knew it wasn't all bad, and that it could have a very good impact on the world at large if only it could be accepted. But sadly with power comes responsibility and some people don't handle it well. Aria could only think what someone who could heal could do with that knowledge. It was a fine line to cross from healing to killing. She supposed it was no different than putting your life in the hands of a doctor.
"Your's is not the first cult..." Cult? Aria's anger flared. She tried to walk it off but the fact that he though her part of a cult. Some religious freak who practiced things out of the ordinary was insulting and her very limited control was already on it's last legs. He continued speaking . Aria didn't catch most of it. Her anger boiling on top of what was left of his. She could hardly feel anything else, much less hear what he had to say. By the time he asked her about her questions there was nothing left of her control. Her own anger enveloped her and she collapsed into a sitting position on the ground and held her head to her knees with her arms. His emotions pounded at her head, her own swirled in faster than she could manage, the people in the building surrounding the little garden were a buzz with their own things. Everything was smashing her senses all at once. Aria dug her fingernails into the palm of her hand. She focused on the pain. She wish she had brought a blade. She focused on the pain and nothing else.