Post UnHonorable War

Josh speaks in-between sobbing, "It doesn't matter... they were still innocent people... we just attacked them without question... how are we any better than those who we are fighting if we are still killing innocents..."

"It isn't your fault," Gabrielle said. "I couldn't even participate. Makes me feel like dead weight. Those gunners, they weren't good guys, I suppose?" That last question was directed towards number Two and her group.

Emir grabbed Josh's Shirt, making him stand up. "Listen! We didn't fuckin know alright?! and you're crying because you actually killed somebody?" putting him down to the ground, his nostrils flaring. "there's much more worse than death here Josh, and you know it."

"I agree Josh, it is unfortunate..............and no, Gabrielle, you are useful, this situation was simply handled too fast...mostly due to time manipulation...but if I wasn't here and we didn't have you, well, we'd be in trouble, your powers will be very useful, we simply need the proper situation"
Alevon shoots a firey glare at Emir
"Drop it. He's upset, and so are we. These people didn't have to die. ...we simply didn't know in time."

"Why should I drop it? Josh's thinks its the end of the world, he needs a taste of reality alright?" looking at Alevon, his slit on his forehead begins to squirm.

Alevon looks Emir straight in the eyes
"What YOU need to realize is that your remarks are rude and effecting the group in a negative way, yeah, people died, yeah, it's bad, some people actually CARE when someone wrongly dies"

Gabrielle chuckled weakly. "Show them courage by frightening them, show them freedom by enslaving them..." She walked around the group, the way she often did when she was trying to win an argument with a bully.

(By the way, if none of you have noticed, Gab's just quoting Chuck Palahniuk. xD The dying whales metaphor was inspired by him as well. And a few other things she said. Anyway, copypasta is awesome.)

"Well the some people actually kill the someone who wrongly dies, it's not their fault I know but don't make me the bad guy just cause I'm telling the truth." He stops looking at them, putting his hand on his forehead, blood trickling out of the slit.

"While your point is valid, it is also psycoligically damaging...there are better methods."
Alevon says to Gabrielle

Alevon looks at Emir
"Those who play the bad guy...often are."

He looks at Alevon again, his slit bleeding copiously. "I've never want to play a bad guy at all, you only fuckin changed just because TK was here, without her you'll be a ticking timebomb just like he- URGH!" putting his hand up to his slit, covering it. the blood going over his fingers.

Alevon's eyebrow twitches, and a slight smile crosses his face
"Oh? You think I'm acting different? ...how so, mister Emir?"

Josh gets up wiping the tears from his face,"I'm sorry... Emir is right, but for the wrong reasons, we need to get through this now..." then looking at Gabriella, "I am sorry, but you are of use, and I personally hope that you never need to fight."

"Emir! Are you okay?" Gabrielle made frantic glances towards Alevon and then back to Emir. "Can't you see the goddamn blood?" She didn't appear to take blood a light affair. In fact, Gabrielle would feel light-headed at the very sight of it--notable exceptions would be back when she lost her consciousness in the car crash.

"well, you're all the same than all the cynical bastards that living right now, so you're not really different." part of his face now covered in blood. "Also, the headaches I'm having...are not really headaches." uncovering his slit, showing a halfway open black eye with red pupils looking at all the group rapidly.
"

"...no...he isn't right..."
Alevon looks around
"...there's nothing more despicable than the innocent wronged...and wrongful death is just........is just....................."
Alevon looks down with closed eyes and clenched fists, unable to find words

"Well, you never realized the blood on my face Alevon nor there's much more worse than death...much more worse."

"Could cold help in some way?" looking at Emir concerned.
looking at Emir again, "Yes I agree... but we do need to continue *chokes back a sob*"

"well assuming my 3rd eye not taking my mind completely, making me going into a killing rampage.....so no Josh Cold would not help this." looking at him, his 3rd eye completely open.

"soo.... the third eye has it's own mind and tries to make you kill people constantly... that sucks seems like a huge disability." Josh seems a bit nervous saying this.

"Basically, if I fight back, it'll make me have Heart, Liver and Kidney Failure at the same time. though it does double my senses and my rage to someone I truly disliked." Shrugging.

"I don't care about 'much worse than death'. The fact is, people died for no reason, THAT IS ALL, nothing else! THIS situation is the relevant one, THIS just happend!"
Alevon has a look of rage on his face, his body is twitching a little

Emir began to get a napkin form his satchel and wiped the blood off his face, throwing away the napkin on the floor Emir began to walk to Alevon and looked at him with all his 3 eyes.

"you realized that I might try to kill you in 5 minutes, due to my 3rd eye trying to take control of my strong-willed brain....I suggest you drop the subject before you'll go into a raging spasm." The eye seem relaxed, and began to close slowly.

"I DON'T G-"
Alevon stops mid-sentence, putting his right hand over his eyes, grasping the sides of his head with his middle finger and thumb...he pulls his hand down his face like he is stroking a beard he doesn't have...as he does so, he reveals his closed eyes and emotionless face
...Alevon stands there with closed eyes for a moment, then he opens them, no expression, he turns around and walks away

"Well it seems that my Cursed Eye likes to win in arguments..." Emir said with a pained look.
"The eye i have seems to be like a Evil Twin of mine." shrugging at his own statement and look at Alevon. "well your rebuttal before you're go for my neck? or you're gonna keep stroking your imaginary beard?"

Alevon looks at Emir
"...it is a method of emotion control, when my emotions take over, I run my hand down my face..........it helps me concentrate and reverts me back to this when I..."
Alevon glances to the side
"...lose it..."