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Vivian sighed, shaking her head a little, getting a peach for herself. "You must have really been deprived of food." She commented, the scene seeming to get pushed aside as more images popped into her head. Wincing a little, she put a hand to her head, closing her eyes. A moment later she was fine, feeling a little dazed. Shaking her head a little, she had seen Amaya and Roran with their first child, they both looked so happy...

She cut the peach into slices, popping one into her mouth. Eyes sad, she sighed, violet eyes remaining lowered.

Hector looked at Vivian with a frown, "you sure you're alright, you look a little...off" he said, then looking at the melon, "yea, only half cooked fish and bear meat for one and a half years" he said, looking back at her.

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Akori jumped as she sprung back, his frown remaining, but turning more to a weirded out one. "Amy?" he said, getting up and walking towards her, "I don't bite....I won't hurt you" he said, not sure what was wrong, he had never seen her like this, which somehow worried him, because she seemed like a strong-minded woman. "what's wrong?" he asked, still normal voice, because he couldn't really express emitions properly.

AMy's breathing sounded as if she were about to cry, but she didn't. "I don't know.....I'm just not good with contact...or somethig" she said, closing her eyes frowning still. "I'll be fine, just...go" she said.

Vivian breathed with some relief, fixing the neck of her dress even though it was meant to show off what it was. "I'm...well, I'm having those when i'm not daydreaming, or sleeping. Like a fortune teller might I suppose. And I get the feeling that they will become true. I see everyones happiness but..." She sighed heavily, looking away, "..my own. Though, that isn't that different from any other day so what am I complaining about?" She gave a light chuckle, but it was forced, lowering her head again.

Hector smiled, "well maybe you have to create your own happiness, not depend on what visions tell you.....the future can always be corrected or changed....I mean I doubt everything that was said to you...like for example, if someone told me I would die in like 3 hours, I would just try to prevent it from happening, you need to rest in the presence, and stop worrying about the future, it will all turn out fine...I promise" he said, smiling handsomely again.

Akori sighed as he heard what she said, "so that was the reason for all the running away stuff.....and ere I thought you were getting your bigger sword to de-head me....which would have been fun" he said, grabbing her, "come on...your wound has opened" he said with a long sigh, taking her into his room.

Vivian laughed at that, shaking her head, sighing as a tear fell from her eyes, looking to the two rings on her right hand. "I tried to once, but what it cost me..." Turning her head away, she bit her lower lip, taking a calming breath. "I had loved someone, and he loved me. we had been through hell practically it feels like, and then he was taken from me by spirits who told me that we would have had a child that would kill the entire syran family and thus ensure that our kingdoms never form peace." Her eyes seemed to harden as a few more tears rolled down her cheeks.

Shaking her head, she straightened having finished eating. "Yet you are trying to tell me to think that that didn't need to happen? That it could have been changed? I seriously doubt I could have done anything since now he's dead." She felt her voice waver despite her wishes, turning to leave.

As the hot needle entered her skin, she looked up to ease the pain, noticing her hair was in the way, she lifted it up. The pain distracted her from her paranoia, which was good, but it was rather hurtful to feel aa burning hot needle being moved through under your skin.

Vivian stopped, taking the tissue and wiping away her tears, not turning to face him. "I lost my mother as well, but I am glad she is dead, I hate her. He was the only one who accepted me as a person...not a devils child or something because of my white hair, violet eyes, and extremely pale skin." She closed her eyes and looked to her left, reaching a hand and seeming stroking the air but to her, she was stroking Christoph's cheek. Sighing heavily, she let her hand fall to her side, finally turning to him.

"There is one kink in what you say. I can see his spirit. I can see your mother, I can see him, I can see Syra's past queens that died. He is alive in a way and yet I can't touch him, I can't feel his warmth, kiss him. You don't understand." Throwing away the tissue, she paused before returning to her seat. "Or maybe I'm the one at fault....again....I'm never right, always told i'm wrong, always told to stop being negative and damned un-ladylike." She scoffed, continuing quite sarcastically. "Strengths? What strengths? Oh, do you mean being able to torture people in ways most wouldn't do? Or maybe it's seeing ghosts, having to commit suicide in order to save a kingdom that isn't yours? Perhaps its always misunderstanding things or being 'weak willed or something?' Right. Like I have any strengths." She threw her hands up, rolling her eyes and looking away.

Breathing in slowly, she turned her head back to him, "I know you are just trying to help. But I don't know if I can be saved or helped." She whispered, starting to stand up to go.