The War

"No, I mean, how does she dress?"

"Like any other person, I suppose."

"Blind."

"Well, how she dresses isn't something that I really pay attention to."

"How come? You seem to be great pals." She said, sincerely.

"We aren't really pals, she's just been letting the lot of us crash at her place for the time being."

"Why? Wouldn't she have better things to do other than let twelve immortals sleep in her house?"

"Well, there aren't really Twelve of us anymore, a few of us have ascended with Mother Gaia and become Apostles, and the Florence sorta left. Still, I'm not entirely sure why she lets us stay in her house."

"Is she nice, I meant, is she a good person?"

"Well, she does seem like a good person, but she does seem a little obsessed with revenge."

"Revenge against who?"

"Some evil guy who killed her parents years before any of us arrived here. He also tried to open a portal to the Underworld, so I'm pretty sure he's completely insane."

"That sounds horrible!"

"Yeah. He also killed just about all of the members of the Twelve in order to close the portal, but Mother Gaia brought us back."

"So doesn't her revenge have a valid reason?"

"I suppose, but seeking revenge is never the answer."

"But if they killed your parents, and I assume, ruined your life?"

"I understand why she wants revenge, but that is a dark and lonely road from which one can never return."

"Why don't you help her then? Steer her off the dark road."

"I couldn't even save one of my own, how can I expect to save someone I know so little about?"

"Try."

"I guess actually trying is better than just standing there and watching her make the same mistakes that he did."

"It is. Where is she now?"

"Probably asleep back at the house."

"Well lets get a head start."