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Glares at Seth a moment. "What do you want Genesis?" He says. He remembered names and faces but likes and dislikes for all but few were long gone.

Glares, his peircing white eyes glowing as he doesnt take them off of Seth's face. "......Yes it is. That and your Pacing. Now what is it you want Genesis?" He says, a glowing sphere in his hand and his bat in the other.

Lowers his head, the glowing orb still shining brightly in his palm. "Good to know, now make like a quick patient corpse and leave my sight before I turn you into nothing but scattered ashes around my land....and....Ill take your invitation into consideration.....Youll have my answer when I see you face to face."He says growling with that, being insistant that Seth leaves now.

"I do hate," A.C. said quietly. I hate those such as Seth there, whom you call Genesis and I call Deth. He is dead, meant to be resting in the earth until the true Judgement comes, yet his twisted path leads him to walk UPON the earth and stalk the living as if a hunter. I hate also those of Ora's likeness, those who feel no love or hate or loyalty, nor bonds at all, only drive. Their path is also twisted, for even achievement of their goals brings them no pleasure or peace but drives them yet further. And in the throws of their internal pain at emptiness, they forever destroy who and what others cherish. Enemy or Citizen, these such I hate with a true anger. "And I judged myself, Miran, long ago. This--all this, this life I've led for the past year, this poison, this path--was chosen one night alone after getting drunk and breaking a few random windows in my apartment with this." She hefted the bat. "I had never done anything in my life nor witnessed anything like that night before. There was little to judge. I chose to end my life with as much action I felt was right as possible before my days ran out." A.C. lifted her chin. "I may have let them train me as a spy, I may have killed and followed and planted things for them, but I have held to my choice as best I know how. My last act is to keep my knowledge and ability from the Enemy. The poison is from the only place in my childhood I could never enter, timed so that I die in the last place I ever want to see.

"And the only Judgement left in the Final one." She gazed directly into his eyes.

(28 - 2 from poison = 26)

No. No real hardships. I've only just begun to live!

"Because I have one last thing to do and one last place to see," she told him quietly. "But if I am caught in the act, I would not be allowed to kill myself before they were done with me, which entirely negates the good of that last act. I don't know why you do what you do here, Miran, who exactly you are, or where you've come from, but I know how few survive an encounter and that you let us go before because of Ruby. She's a good person, I can only think that it was a good act of hers that you respected, so I can hope that you will respect what I try to do. And...

"And," A.C. said after a moment, "I think you rather understand the idea of Judgement laid down over Sin, for all I don't agree with how you apply it. I have family still, you know, but even if I let them know I was still alive they wouldn't understand what I've done--not one of them. Nor do I trust anyone I work with with this--truth. My story. I figure, if I'll die too soon to write it, and no one I really know would get it, who better than a total stranger?" She laughed, eyes light and sad. "And I only decided to tell you just now, anyway, so it's not like I thought this out beforehand. Well, I did, but not that I would ever say any of it, lacking..." Lacking someone to hear, she didn't say.

H*ll, even if you kill me as soon as I turn my back, at least I'll go to my death relieved. Although I would prefer to finish this, frankly. Damn it, I'm babbling. AND in my head, oh, GOD, I'm stupid. Is this part of the poison? I thought it went for the heart, but maybe it takes a stop in the brain along the way. Dear Lord, please let me finish this. Please help me to finish what I've set out to do here, despite my sins and idiocies...

(24 - 2 from poison = 22)

Innocence... So often do we forget its name.

A.C. bowed, and departed.

Perhaps I won't blow him up after all, she thought briefly, considering the remote mine detonater in her pocket. It seems... I know more about him, now, so it seems ill-considered. Wasteful. May we all go down into our respective legends and myths, remembered only by a few brave and daring souls who survive us. Amen.

(22 - 2 from poison = 20)

Garret walked onto the mine field carefully to avoid any mines. He saw a group of people running across the minefield in the distance. The one in front stepped on a landmine and was sent flying forward, missing both legs. Once he landed, another mine exploded under him and sent body parts flying everywhere. The others paused, then continued forward. Eventually there was one left. She stepped on a landmine and had her leg blown off.

Garret smiled to himself, then turned to Sufferance. "This could suck for us."