Kitsue: I don't know why you blame it on yourself. *tosses the knife into a birds chest and watches it drop my face expressionless*
Kitsue:... Oh wait. I know how. *picks up the knife from the birds chest and as I speak I chuck it into a tree* YOUR guards were the ones that killed my brother and tied up me! *leaves my knife in the tree and walks off*
Kitsue: forget about it. It's done and over with. *throws my arms in the air and ten more daggers fly out smacking trees perfectly or some animal for my family's dinner*
Kaitlyn: slumps down and completely gives up curling up against a tree being basically a skeleton of a person.
Kitsue; *feeling guilt inside and then pain wraps around that I continue walking* Kit's mother: *comes across Katie and kneels down beside her* dear? Katie?
Diana: Katie. Honey. It wasn't your fault dear. Kitsue is just grieving. She will soon get over herself.