FAMILIAR SINS — open, relapse

[ANIMA B.]

[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:55%;font-size:8pt;font-family:verdana"]Oh... It was one of those moments. [b]"Nah, it's not. It's radioactive, probably, like everything in this Goddess be damned swamp - let me at least get you something that won't turn your inside a lovely glowing green, kay?" She has to admit, Aya handles this a lot better, but Anima is an in-eloquent huntress that was bad with words and feelings, so she simply just drank them away.

She leaves him Aya's rather astute words, it was poetic in a way really. Everyone would suffer - good and bad. She knows that, but sometimes it's easier to see the good people suffer because that's who we want to be happy, who deserve to be happy. God knows that monsters, people like her don't deserve happiness. So she returns with a non-radioactive bottle of what would of been a decently expensive vodka, triple filtered with the label still intact but barely legible.

[b]"Here - if you're going to drink, always drink something good." She says, pouring Malphas a shot glass full and one for herself, for old time's sake and then another for Aya, whether she wants it or not. [b]"Look, mate, I can tell you this now, it sucks losing your friends and those you love. But being a cold emotionless asshole isn't the best solution. I think your friend would be happier if you weren't trying to drink yourself into an early grave - yeah?"