Post UnHonorable War

"that's pretty bad Ermir, and so that is why you carry that TK... so that you won't accidentally teleport, but you hate it?"

"I'm not done yet josh.." with a tear-strained voice. "....My Mother tried to molest me, so I killed her with this revolver..." lifting up the revolver from the bed. "there was no fear, no feeling...I just aimed and fired..." now spinning the revolver's chamber with his thumb.

"..........."

"Hey, calm down," Gabrielle's voice was icy cold, much unlike her previous friendly tone. "You're fine now, and your mother was in the wrong. Therefore you have no reason to shed tears for her. Your father, however, is somebody you should be proud of, because going to war is an honorable thing to do for your country."

"indeed..." Josh goes in to hug ermir then hesitates, "er... I'd hug ya... but... you probably wouldn't like the chill."

"I killed her.....with no remorse or anything...just like a cold blooded killer!!!!.." standing up looking all of them with a angry look, shouting as his slit on his forehead seems to be opening slowly.

"she deserved it after what she did... you did what was right."

"Would you killed your own mother?!! WOULD YOU?!" his slit on his forehead is halfway open, showing a pure red eye.

"uuuuhhh.... is the forehead eye normal?...."

Gabrielle's expression turned from concerned to friendly to icy to outright terrified. Which might've been the reason she jumped out of the sheets and scooted a bit farther away from her peers. She gulped and spoke up once more, "Please, let's talk about this some other day!"

To elaborate, she furrowed her brow. " None of us are thinking straight, and I believe Tyler and Alevon and Miguel are attempting to sleep." She sighed. "Some pizza would be nice for all of us."

"I killed more than my own mother before i came to Little River....." His face confronted with rage. His forehead eye began to close a little.

Emir laughed manically. "I never slept peacefully for my entire life, not because I'm a killer now...I'm called a Cursed one in my culture, where I was chosen to do sins or killing..." looking at the ceiling. "This eye on my forehead is the so-called Cursed Eye, so my own people would try to kill me or run away from me."

Miguel answered the doorbell, picking up 3 pizzas.

"So how about we be civilized and ration out food properly?" Miguel said, taking out two slices and stacking them on a plate.

"Just kidding, every man for himself." He said, walking back into his room and watching the anarchy.

Emir sighing, "I grow weary of telling my woes, time to eat pizza I guess." patting TK's Hair and begins to get a slice of pizza.

As Emir eats his pizza, his forehead eye closes slowly, as if relaxed.

Jashua grabs some pizza and takes some over to Gabrielle and hands her some he sounds concerned as he looks at her caringly and speaks, "here... I hope you are you okay... you seem a bit afraid..."