The leader, the follower, the aid, the brute, the cyanide.

[nagisa.]

Andrio offered her what comfort her could, placing a weak hand on her shoulder. "F...Fiera.. We must...Go.. Run..."

[Simon-Says]

Fiera shook her head kneeling by his body, "No..." she shook her head, sobbing uncontrollably. "You go..." She grasped her father's hand and wept.

[nagisa.]

"I cannot...Cara mia..." he replied bluntly. He scooted closer, wincing as pain shot through him. "Please..."

[Simon-Says]

Fiera shook her head, "I will not leave him here...no matter if he's dead or not. I won't leave him in this unfeeling place..." She cried harder and let her head fall down upon his chest.

[nagisa.]

He understood. He'd felt the same way with his family. But, he had to leave. He was 10 at the time, and couldn't carry that many dead bodies. He sighed, "Give you...Your brother a hug... I don'....Don't want to die unloved..."

[Simon-Says]

"You can't die...too," whimpered Fiera, taking his hand and bringing to his feet, letting him lean against her. She stumbled out of the room, but still couldn't stop crying, not being able to get the image of Erik crumpling to the ground out of her mind.

[nagisa.]

He wanted to protest, but he couldn't find it in him. Instead, he passed out over her shoulder.

[Simon-Says]

Fiera managed to get outside. She stumble into the shadows where they couldn't be seen and sank the to ground, Andrio beside her. She buried her head in her hands and cried. Her father. She had found out he was alive, but then only to see him killed right before her eyes.

[nagisa.]

He understood her grief, but offered no comfort. 1. He was passed out. 2. He hated the man. and 3., his entire family had been wiped out in a day. She at least had him. He felt selfish, but at the same time...

[Simon-Says]

Fiera closed her eyes, she couldn't grasp any thought. She wanted to just throw her arms around her father, but he wasn't there. He was gone forever...forever.