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"I guess so... I mean... that's what I've heard. I've never seen anything conclusive about it. They say youma happen when something goes wrong with corruption. It fills your starseed with chaos and breaks it. Another excellent reason, if you ask me, not to ******** with the negaverse. They make monsters out of men." She smiled despite the seriousness of the topic of conversation and took a healthy swig of her own drink. "And don't worry about getting used to it," she finished finally with a dismissive wave. "You never really do. This s**t has a way of throwing curve balls right as you find your footing. You'll see."

Rhona then set to work smoothing the mask out over Xi-Wang's face with gentle fingertips and a smile. He was relaxing. They both were. Good. god knew they both deserved it after what had happened. Xi-Wang at the hospital with her, Jason getting used to this massive shift in his life... It was hard, Rhona knew. She did it twice. She didn't wish that transition on anyone, really. Especially not the second one... To start over from scratch, that is a sadness that was hard to shake. She wasn't sure that she could take another heartbreak...

Xi-Wang's question pulled Rhona from her musing and she fashioned a wide, bright smile for herself.

"Yeah. We met one night and I didn't want to fight her for real, so Lesath suggested that we spar. We did. I pulled her hair, and she bit me. Looking back, that was kinda the moment I knew that I would end up as a Dark Mirror. It was only a matter of time." Hindsight always was 20/20 they said. For the life of her and for as long as she lived, Rhona will never understand why she didn't beg to be taken home right then and there. Nor would she understand why she fought so long and so hard to stay on a side that did not want her. But what was done was done and she was home now. More importantly, she couldn't let her past get in the way of the day of relaxation that she had planned for her and her friends. So she finished up Xi-Wang's mask with a smile and returned to the pot of clay for her own mask. She smeared it on with practiced ease, though perhaps less neatness than she had used for the boys. It was smudged and a little uneven, but it was one. And there were more important matters at hand. She reached over into the apartment and retrieved the pitcher of Bellini and shook her own almost empty glass.

"Anyone for a refill?"