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"Hopefully."

Kibo sighs, opening the captain's quarters' door. He walks over the piles of books he had used, and sits silently at his desk. Natasha had given him the ability to sleep just in time for his dreams to be haunted by the face of the woman he had loved, but had turned her back on him. He sits with his head in his hands, staring ahead, but not seeing anything. He closes his eyes, but her face flashes into his mind again. He half groans, half screams in frustration, slamming his fists down on the desk. He stands up abruptly, his chair falling to the ground behind him. He sighs as he takes a glance around, and remembers that he had taken out every gun, blade, or remotely sharp object from his room. But then he notices something he had never realized before. He had rolls and rolls of rope in the room. They called to him, tempted him with their loops, begged him to slide his skull through the circle. He begins to panic, running from his room, and collapsing on the deck, tears pouring from his eyes, screaming "No!" over and over, at the top of his lungs.

He didn't even realize she was there. His mind was fluctuating, spinning, and warping out of his control, and it was getting to be too much. He tried to let it go, go with the flow, and anything else he could think of, but he just couldn't get that face out of his mind. He was ready to do anything to get that face away, and his willingness frightened him.

Hours later, after having passed out, Kibo awoke with a yelp. He sat up, breathing heavily, and grabbing at his chest, as if someone had shoved a bomb into his ribcage. He looks around, and notices Storm. His face melts from a look of panic to one of frustrated despair.

Kibo: Why must you constantly haunt me with your presence, Drow?

Natasha sits on the deck, partially hidden by barrels. Her head is drooped with her chin resting against her chest. At a first glance she appears to be sleeping, upon further inspection, however, it is apparent that she is not breathing although her fingers twitch slightly, showing that despite lacking one of the things that humans require to live she is still somehow alive.

Inside her head/on another plane of existance

Natasha stands on the barren wasteland, her fingers wiggling as she decides what to do next in her development of her skills.
A large tree emerges from the ground behind her, she backflips into it's higher branches using aeromancy to lift her to the height she wishes to be. She clicks her fingers, the tree erupting in flame. She stretches, fading from view as she becomes a shadow, reappearing on the ground metres away from the pile of ash which, seconds ago, was the tree.

In a single movement, Kibo had a sword to her throat.

Kibo: Get the hell off my ship, Drow.