( does it make it easier? it does, she thinks. that she regrets the choice does help, but it also does make her heart ache to know that it's already been done. a fear strong enough to turn on those she's deemed dear to her, conscientiously, is one she desperately wishes to never encounter in her lifetime.

she's been chewing on her little piece of orange for far too long, but she needs time to simmer on all of what she's been told. )

A few of my adventuring group has tried to kill the party before. ( that's what she'll start with, as she sorts through all of her thoughts. ) But they.. weren't really in control, and we were lucky enough to be able to get them in check before anything bad happened.

( ... )

I've also met someone who got close enough that they could've killed everyone I cared about. Still can, because I didn't end up snuffing them out while I had the chance, but I really wanted to when I found out.

( but in the end, angela had done everything as recompense for all that time she's suffered. to live outside of the graveyard she's been buried. she'd sacrificed lives for it, plenty of others from the sounds of it, could she truly say she'd be no different? well - )

There's also.. ( a frown, deepset and troubled. ) .. the visions of who I could be. Many of them. Ones I don't want to be. So I want to believe that things can change. It has to.

( another pause, searching this time. )

So I don't think I have the right to judge you, ( or she can't, really. doesn't even know how she would work through all of that nuance. ) but if the others are willing to work it out with you despite everything, then.. that tells me everything I need to know.