Moved

[Reaper *]

Kane
"Mm.. I haven't lost too much blood, yet."

[SabrinaB]

Varias frowned. "Really? You were shot, fool!"
Dian shivered a little when he heard Varias, but didn't look back.

[Reaper *]

Kane
He growled at Varias, the low sound unhuman. "Yeah, I don't need the reminder. I'm gonna have scars for that."

[SabrinaB]

Varias kept his eyes on Kane. "Don't act like that is my fault!"

[Reaper *]

Kane
He huffed. "I'm not. Gettin' shot, I can handle. There's worse than that, anyway.."

[SabrinaB]

Varias nodded. "Yeah, like being forced to shoot your own boyfriend. Any idea what you did to Dian?"

[Reaper *]

Kane
He didn't answer him, his stare fixed on the floor.

[SabrinaB]

Varias sighed, lowering himself on his back. He turned his back at Kane, closing his eyes.

[Reaper *]

Kane
He could feel himself driftin' after several minutes, blood still comin' down his arms. He'd probably cut his wrists too deeply for them to actually heal. "..Hey, Dian? I'm sorry. For bein' the stubborn j****** I am."

[SabrinaB]

Dian wanted to answer, but couldn't. He hated Grey more and more... He nodded a little, to show he heard. He wanted to forgive him for it, but couldn't think of a way to let him know.