((Ahh! Thats not an answer! XD We could act out kara asking him to kill the girl, or you could play the girl if youd like))

(I'd rather go straight for the kill XD so yeah lets got to him talking to the other girl not Kara X3 )

((Alrighty then ^-^))

Jeremy was cracking by the time he had gotten into the carriage, he had held his emotions well in front of his sister, surprisingly so in fact, but now his emotions were beginning to flood through his mask. He tried, in vein, to purge himself of some of his grief, as if letting it out now would make the deed easier for him. But the dark hand over his heart made it impossible and as he began to weep he felt all the worse. Each time the carriage wobbled, he could feel the blade press against his chest through his coat pocket and he had to quench the urge to vomit.
He had never killed before and the thought of taking a life alone was enough to turn Jeremy's heart to ice. But the thought of taking hers, well, he felt as if he was already bathing in the fires of hell. He loved Helena, he knew that and could never, ever deny it. But his sisters orders were his one and only law, how could he go against it.
'Why, why me of all people?' He thought as he buried his wet face into his hands. Jeremy knew why of course, Kara could trust no one else to keep the secrete of her murderous intentions, but it made no difference to his self loathing.
The carriage came to a stop then and for the life of him Jeremy could not make himself exit the carriage. But when the driver came round and opened the door he felt as if he had no choice in the matter and stepped out without a word. Miss Helena's manor house loomed above him, judging him with its ugly black shadow, as if it knew full well of his intentions. He stood there, frozen like a marble slab for God only knows how long before a servant came to great him. Jeremy must have looked dreadful, as the servant boy looked at him as if he was worried he would keel over at any moment. Jeremy wasnt particularly sure if the assumption was wrong with the way his heart was hammering against his chest.
With a sigh to calm his nerves, Jeremy assured the boy that he was quite alright and asked if he could meet with his mistress. With a little bow and a polite, "Yes sir," the boy dashed off to do just that, leaving the poor man to burn where he stood.
Jeremy, feeling as if he would faint if he did not move about, walked shakily into the manners huge and breathtaking garden. It was made for Helena he was sure, the delicate flowers and thick ivory covered gates reflected her beauty in every way imaginable. The carnations were her, the roses were her, the delicate coy pond was her, and the regal willow tree which the entire guardian revolved around was implacably and undeniably Helena. He felt faint, feeling as if he was standing within her very soul. He let out the most forlorn and pitiful of sighs and sat beneath the tree, wanting to soak in all of its being before his dive into unspeakable hell.
He knew that this was where he was to kill her, there was no other place. It was so very perfect, so very her that to end her life anywhere else would be like spitting in the face of some grand masters painting. It was an ideal place to die and die they would. The blade would strike and the carnations and the roses wither and die, the gentle coy would float up to the waters surface to perish and that magnificent willow would never bloom again.
Jeremy almost began to weep again, when he saw his beloved Helena, walk up to him. He swore that his heart had stopped. She was just as beautiful as the day he had met her, the very day he had fell in love with her. Her long penny red hair pulled behind her face, her deep cerulean eyes shining kindly at him and her smile, God that inocent smile, he felt that it was only for him. This was what he would remember her by, and he prayed that this would be the only thing he would remember of her and not what he was about to do.
"Helena..." he said softly, his voice failing.

((Sorry it took so long...i ramble XD Would you like to play her or should i just continue?)

I'm sorry right now i can't T~T is at doc's

((Oh thats fine, should i continue or do you want to start again later?))

(Continue please XP )

Helena's smile widened at his words and she let out a small chuckle before walking up to him.
"Hello there Sir," She said, her voice so sweet that songbirds were green with envy. He swallowed once and made to get up but at once felt his legs fail him and he slumped yet again against the willow tree. She giggled sweetly at his clumsiness, she seemed to find it endearing, though he must have looked like a newborn colt trying to stand.
"Do...do you remember me Miss Helena?" He asked, a part of him wishing that she didn't, for then he would not need to see the betrayal in her lovely eyes when he took the fatal blow.
"Why of course I do Jeremy. Loyal servant and caretaker of Princess Karasu. How could i forget such a sweet man like you," She said, her smile seeming to melt his very soul. His heart lept at his name on her lips and all at once was filled again with that horrible dread. She remembered him. Him, the lowly servant. Only twice he had seen her and only spoken to her on one occasion. How could she remember him from that one conversation? That one chance encounter that had left him forever changed. One day with that lovely lady. And what a wonderful day that had been.
"At the Spring Mascaraed Ball," She said, and sat down daintily next to him, her electric blue dress billowing gracefully around where she sat, rippling like the ocean. Jeremy stared at her face with wonder as she recalled their meeting with perfect detail, "You were all alone in the sitting room, I recall your mistress had dismissed you to dance with my fiance...and there you sat, happy as a clam and lounging on the couch as if it was your very own and starring at the portrait on the wall as if it was the very center of the universe"
Jeremy blushed as he recalled it, "The portrait of the waterfall..."
"Yes," She said with another of her ringing giggles, "You didnt seem to know who I was when I came in, and really i was glad, for if you did i dont think we would have been so open with me"
"I regret that...I had had more than one or two drinks and didnt have my senses about me," he said quickly. It was the truth but not the whole truth, in fact he had been a bit in the dumps that day. Kara had been in a wretched mood and a few men at the party had earlier teased him in their drunken states and pored wine all over his good suit. It was more than enough to put him out of his senses. But he had known who she was when she came in, mask or not, he was simply too comfortable in his spot, drunk and low to care at the time.
"No, no darling," She protested and Remy's face flushed at the word, "No, there is nothing at all to apologies for. You were a perfect gentleman. Even if you were lounging on my couch and schooling me on the fineness and flaws of my own painting"
Yes, he remembered that clearly despite all the wine he had had.
"Overdone," he had said, sprawled out on the small leather couch in the most ungentlemanly fashion imaginable, "Watercolor is not like painting acrylic or oil. One should never endeavor to paint it in such a way. And there is no wash on the background! It is entirely white! Shameful indeed for any self respecting painter!"
"The painting is mine sir..." She had said.
"Then you should take my criticisms, you could easily improve" He had said with a grin.
"Are you a self respecting painter then?" She said, her voice filled with mirth and a twinge of sarcasm.
"I am neither an artist or respectable in any way madam," He grinned.
"But you are a lair, and a bad one at that," She chuckled, "I find you very respectable" He had scoffed, AND You have art in the blood, i can smell it on you!"
He had laughed loudly at that.
"Do you play an instrument?" She guessed.
"The violin, but i tend to make all cats within a mile think that one of their brethren is dying a horrible painful death," She had laughed at that, a sweet, free laugh that raised his spirit into the sky's.
"You jest!"
"I most certainly do not,"
"i would make you prove it if i had such an instrument in the house,"
"If you really must, go and steal one from the orchestra. I believe that they have taken a brake,"
"A thief too! I believe you now. You are not respectable," She said a falsely haughty look coming uppon her then. He smiled at that.
"I did warn you,"
"Well, your lucky that i loath respectability. I shall go fetch you a violin," She had said and went to the door.
"What!?" He exclaimed and flew to his feat, "You cant-You cant possibly be serious!"
"Oh my, suddenly a gentleman are we?" She chuckled, "And I am entirely serious. Now, if you will excuse me..."
"Wait!" He pleaded, but she was already gone. With a bit of apprehension, he poked his head out the door and watched curiously as Helena glided gracefully out onto the floor. The orchestra had ceased to play, and had left their instruments unguarded, but many of them still lingered near their posts. For a moment, he wondered if she truly had been fooling with him, as she made her way in entirely the opposite direction to the refreshment table. Once there, she whispered into the ear of an unfamiliar, and obviously drunk, man before slipping away into the crowd.
Something odd began to happen then. The drunkard stood wobbling against the table, searching the crowd for something or someone. He seemed to find it then, as he picked up a glass of champagne and hobbled over to some unsuspecting gentleman and splashed its content in his face, muttering something obscene at him. The other, champagne drenched man, clocked the drunkard right in the face and all the ballroom turned its head as the fight ensued and the members of the orchestra went to restrain the champagne drenched man, who he later found out was a hot tempered cellist who had been a champion boxer in his day.
Jeremy watched in wonder as the scene unfolded and nearly jumped out of his skin as Helena came dashing down the hall, violin in tow. They both rushed inside the room together and locked the door. The next few moments were filled with their hysterical laughter as they leaned, breathless, against the mahogany door.
"I cannot believe you just did that!" Jeremy exclaimed between laughter and gasps for sweet air.
"Im can, that was great fun! Though i do feel for the poor chap, I have to say i did not expect that right hook even if he did have it coming." She laughed.
"Very poor planing. That is very unladylike of you" Jeremy said jokingly.
"Well darling, Im not all that respectable ether," Helena began to calm herself and thrust the instrument into his hands, "Now, play as you promised, before the violinist realizes it is gone and repeats that little brawl outside on us!"
"I dont recall promising anything," Jeremy teased but placed the violin under his chin regardless.
"Oh for heavens sake just play!" She begged. And so he did, he played Gavotte by G.F.Handel to the best of his ability. It was quick, but not entirely painless. When he had finished, Helena was looking at him with a fairly unreadable expression.
"That was...quite horrible..." She said with a sympathetic grin.
"...I did warn you" I said, flushing suddenly with embarrassment, "Im sorry your efforts were wasted"
"Oh no, dear, not wasted at all. It was grand fun and i would not take it back. Now, let us go and return this without anyone noticing it has been stolen at all, She said and took away the violin, a bit too fast as if she was afraid i would play it again, "Can you think of anything to divert the crowds attention?"
"Oh, im sure i can think of something," I said with a grin.
The violin was indeed returned to its rightful place, this time without anyone hurt, but it had resulted in some rather hilarious dancing from some of the party-goers that would be infamous for years to come. Helena and Jeremy had retired to a bench on the far side of the ballroom, and watching the others dance. By this time, Remy's alcoholic buzz had long since worn off and he was more his usual shy and submissive self, but he was still enjoying Helenas presence immensely.
"Would you care to dance dear Remy?" Helena said as the band began its next tune.
"I'm sorry madam, but i think my mistress will be looking for me by now. I really should go," He said and began to lift himself from his seat. Before he could rise to his full height though, Helena had grabbed him by the wrist. Electricity shot through his body at her touch and he was frozen in place, as if by some spell.
"Oh no. I'll not have you running just yet mon cher," She said and Jeremy blushed, "Your mistress has waited this long and she can wait another few minuets while we have a little dance to end the night. Now come!"
And with that he was pulled onto the dance floor. The two of them were a perfect match, through each beet of the song they stepped, twirled and glided in perfect graceful synchrony. They did not dance, they flew. When the dance was over, they did not stop they waltzed right into the next song and the one after that and the one after that. They danced until they where out of breath, flopped unceremoniously into the bench to catch it and then danced again. They danced until they were week in the knees and couldnt stand and when they had finished they held each other, laughing and out of breath in the middle of the, now deserted, ballroom.
"I was right," Helena said after she had caught her breath. Jeremy looked up at her with confusion.
"Right about what?," He asked.
"You do have art in the blood. I have never met a man more skilled at the waltz than you are. You are the only man here worth dancing with. I have never seen such artistry," she said with a grin and gave him a friendly pack upon the cheek. Jeremy could have wept he was so happy and with that they departed.

Jeremy smiled as his mind returned to the present.
"I...I had worried...that you had forgotten me," He said, feeling as if he could have died right then and there.
"I never shall mon cher..." She said with a grin.
"Do...do you love Lord Iron?" He asked tentatively. She looked shocked at the question.
"Why...why yes I do," She said with a smile, wondering why he would ask such a thing.
"I see..." He said with a shiver and a long silence followed, "Why?"
"Jeremy!" She said, looking very offended.
"Forgive me but i must know!" He pleaded desperately. She sighed and looked away.
"Henry, is the best man i have ever known. He is all emotion, there is nothing within him that he would or could ever hide. He is an honest man. He...he makes me feel safe. I have never known a man that i could trust so fully," She said, waying each word. Jeremy felt biter at the irony of it all.
'He you makes you feel so very safe has put you in the greatest of danger...' he thought coldly, and suddenly he hated Iron with a fiery passion. 'How dare he put her in danger!'
"He is a poet you know," She said, her eyes moving far off and a smile forming on her lips, "The words that he weeves. Oh Jeremy, you would love them. I know you would. Artists know their kin. He paints with his pen like you do with your body, it is...breathtaking, truly so. I could show you if you'll permit me"
Jeremy looked into those cerulean eyes of hers then, there was love there. God, so much love, that it hurt. It hurt even more that it was not for him that her love was made.
"Does he make you happy?" he asked, his voice hard. He knew the answer before the question left his lips, but he had to ask. He had to be sure that there was no other way.
"Yes!" She exclaimed, "Jeremy, darling, what is this all about?"
"Could you live without him?" He asked, his voice so demanding it didnt even seem to be his at all. Helena didnt answer, she looked at him with confusion, trying desperately to read what was going on within him.
"Please Helena! Tell me! I must know this could you live without him!?" he pleaded, tears beginning to flow. Helena began to understand then, if not of her death then of Jeremy's love for her. She sighed and looked at him, her eyes set and serious in a way that he had never before observed.
"No, no Jeremy...I could never part from him," She said, and Jeremy believed her. There was no chance then. She would not flee, he could not convince her and he knew it. Jeremy did cry then, a silent, sad waterfall of tears as he stared into her deep blue eyes and cherished the memory of the happiness that he had once inspired there, if only for that one day at the ball.
"Then...I am sorry...Believe me that I...am so very...very sorry," He sobbed once and pulled her to him.
He didnt remember pulling the knife from his coat pocket, or plunging the dagger into her fair and innocent heart, but oh the sound that she made. That gasp, the surprise in her cry, it would haunt his nightmares until the day that he died. He didnt need to look into her eyes to see the disbelief in them, or the betrayal. Jeremy knew they were there and he didnt dare look.
He was sobbing openly as he held her to him and felt her blood spill down her once electric blue dress that was now a horrifying shade of purple. Her beautiful, artful blood spilling into the garden.
"I love you..." He said shakily into her ear as he cried. He heard her let out a whimper as her body gave one last tremble before going limp in his arms.

He didn't know how long he had held her there after her poor soul had left the earth, but it was dark before he left the garden. He didn't remember letting go of her or what he had done with the knife. It didnt seem to matter much as he climbed into the carriage, covered head to toe in her blood, and simply let the world take him. None of it seemed real now, he felt empty and cold and wretched, but it seemed more a nightmare than anything.
When he reached the castle, he walked to his sisters room immediately, still covered in her blood.

By this time Karasu had already fallen into an unpleasent sleep where she saw horrible horrible things happening. She saw blood everywhere... all around her... though it didn't seem like her fully. She wasn't wearing her normal long flowing dress or gown and her hair was not down but pinned up in a way that made her look exactly like her twin brother. The dream etched on from there and soon she got her answer why she looked like that. Blood covered her hands and she looked up into the eyes of her dead brother in the gallows. At this point she had woken with a scream that was not just mental though it was a loud terrified scream... though no one seemed to quite notice... well no one had come in yet at least.

(DAMN! I LOVES IT ^^ sorry mine sucks in comparison DX and sorry I couldn't be her though I didn't want to do it on my phone XP )

((Thanks! And it doesn't suck, silly. In truth, im kind of glad you didn't write it, though it would have been awesome, because i had WAAAAAY too much fun writing that XD))

Jeremy heart the scream as soon as he reached the door. The shrill cry sent a prang of fear through his numb body, and he was filled with momentary energy as he flung the door to her chambers open. It was dark inside the room, but even before his eyes adjusted he could see his sister lying in her bed.
"Kara," He said worriedly and turned on the gaslight before rushing to her, his clothes full of the dried rust colored blood that he doubted he would ever truly be able to wash away. He felt sick at the sight of himself, so he gazed only at his sister to relieve his nausia.
"Are you alright?" He asked, his voice shaking.

Karasu blinked for a few seconds then sighed some in relief as she saw that it had just been a ver, very bad dream. "Y-y-yeah... just a realistic nightmare..." she said quietly as she looked at him and saw the blood on him knowing right off it was the girls. She then felt a pang on guilt hit her when she felt his pains(twin thing XP ) and wished that she hadn't been so selfish and blind to the fact that he loved the girl... though clearly she had not loved him. She had nothing to say though... not really... what was there to say really?

(it's all good I enjoyed reading it emencely ^^ )

Jeremy stared at his sister as realization came to her. He might have felt her guilt come through him, but he was too empty and had more than enough for the both of them to feel the added blame. He watched as they continued along in silence, Kara's eyes resting on his bloodied form. Her blood.
"Stop it," He hissed, his teeth bearing. She was looking at him, at her blood, he swore he saw disgust there, but it might have been his guilty mind.
"I said stop it!" He boomed suddenly, "Dont look at her!" He sobbed and turned away, weeping like a child. He stood there shakily for a moment before frantically grabbing the first article of clothing he could find, an old navy blue robe, and pulled it over him, wrapping it around him like a child with a blanket. He pulled it tight around him, like a second skin, and desperately tried to hide away every speck of his clothing, her blood, from the greedy outside world. This was all he had left of her and it was his, no one else's. Not even his sister could see it.

((glad you liked it))

Kara shivered as her brother shouted at her and whimpered a bit lowering her head in shame. "I'm sorry brother." she whimpered some pain in her voice feeling horrible and even worse now that he had yelled at her. He never did that... never. He always treated her highly... even if he was just treating her like his sister he had still never yelled at her like that. She was okay with the scoleding of course... she needed that sometimes and she knew it though not the yelling... that bothered her and tore deaply into her.

(^^ Love his outburst too X3 )

He stood there, sobbing loudly with his back turned to her. Jeremy clutched the robe to him desperately as if that was the only thing holding him together. Emotion was starting to flood in him again and it hurt. His heart raged in his chest, anger, guilt, disgust and self loathing eating away at the inside of him and began manifesting in the physical as his mind forced him to relive what he did. Images flooded up from his memory and he was suddenly sure that he would loose himself. He raised one shaking, bloody hand to his mouth and gagged.
"Oh god..." He said through his fingers and tried in vain to hold the bile down until he reached the waist bin. He did not reach it, and instead spilled his sick into a vase filled with a bouquet of sweet flowers. He stood there, holding on to the sides of the vase and looked down at the flowers. They were beautiful once but were now covered in fowl smelling bodily fluids.
"How fitting," He chuckled darkly to himself, "That i should soil beauty...a second time in one day."
He let out a stifled laugh, which quickly turned into pitiful sobbing, and slid to the floor, the grief and guilt he felt seeming to take physical form on his shoulders and pressing and grinding into his chest so violently that he was sure he would never be able to stand straight again.

((PREPARE FOR MELODRAMA HAHA!))

"Dearest brother... please... why don't you rist... I am so sorry... I... didn't know... I was rash in my jugments" Kara whispered as she stood walking over to her beloved brother though not toutching him... not yet. She wasn't sure if he even wanted her near him or to talk to him. She felt horrible and her heart sank as she watched her brother feeling selflaothsome.

(he he he X3 I have a good idea for the time skip X3 I'll be doing it of course so I'll have to write this down in a bit... I think you'll like it ^^ )

((By all means go ahead! XD I bet thisll be goood heheh. lets finish this up then and ill leave you to it))

He sat in silence for a moment, his eyes leaking horribly into the floorboards. He sniffled loudly and whipped his hand across his face, leaving a copper trail of dried blood across his face. He turned to her then, his gray eyes watery and in agony, but he was not angry. No he seemed more like a child lost than anything.
"Are you happy now?...Satisfied?" He asked, trembling, despite his words there was no scorn there towards her, though she very much deserved it and he was aware of that.
"Tell me are you happy now?!" He asked again, more adamant and with the slightest twinge of anger at the edges, but there was something more, something pleading in his tone.

Kara's eyes were soft and sad as she gazed at her brother and knelt pulling out a hancercheif and whiping the blood and tears from his face. "I... I shouldn't have been so rash... so selfish.... I'm sorry... no I coused you pain and sadness... I'm not happy... I hurt you." she whispered and wrapped her arms around him in a sad hug. "please forgive me brother... I... I don't deserve it... but... you're the only one I have left... really you're the only one that's ever been there..." she whimpered softly her voice sad and almost pleading for his forgiveness... though she knew she didn't desurve it now.

Jeremy was dead limp in her arms, a mere rag doll. There was a flash of comfort that went through him at her words, but it was short lived. He knew that he was cared for and loved by Kara, he believed every word out of her mouth, but only one phrase stuck in his guilty mind, searing into his brain and making his very being shudder with disgust.
"You...You are not happy?..." He asked, his words empty and shaking with every breath. He pulled her away, locking his hands on her shoulders and staring into her eyes.
"Your not happy!?" And then he was angry, completely and horrendously, to the very pit of his soul he was infuriated, "Then i killed her for nothing!? Absolutely NOTHING! How dare you! Oh lord, oh god i killed her," he exclaimed, falling into hysterics again and then back to anger, "...I killed her for NOTHIGN! The woman i-" He cut off and fell into her shoulder, sobbing like a child, "Oh s-sister...i ki-killed her...I am...n-nothing but an aimless, wretched, heartless murderer."
He sobbed so hard that he was sure he would die from the strain.
"I-I...I," He said and hugged her close to his heart as he cried, "I-I h-h-hate you. I truely do. But for the love of god dont l-l-leave me. Not ever! I cannot loose more than i have lost already"

Karasu was completely silent and still... She was scared and it showed. He never yelled at her like this and it did frighten her. She was then shocked and sad... Extremely sad by what she heard next "Y-y-you... H-h-hate.. me?..." she whispered painfully tears rolling down her cheaks and she wasn't able to hold them back. "You hate me..." she whispered even lower more to herself then to him. This truly and deaply hurt her and cut right threw her heart that now was only fully open to her brother... Who just said that he hated her.

(I felt like crying myself as I wrote this XD )

"Yes," He said without a moments hesitation, "Ive only lied to you once in my life and that was for petty comfort. I almost wish now that I hadn't. But i wont lie to you now. I hate you. I hate you for ordering me to kill her for the vilest, basest reasons that anyone could have. I hate you for your intentions...but i hate myself more...So...so much more. Because I listened, because I have alegence to you above all else, above her. Even above my lo-" He let out another cry, "God i cant even say it...So low and blasphemous that a word can pain me so...
"I could have walked away though...Never even went to her dwelling," He said with a chuckle, "But you would never have me back...I was sure you would disown me, loose all kindness towards me. Somehow...that seemed worse...worse than what i have done. I was so...so very very wrong. I thought that it would please you...and there was no way to make the poor darling flee...so i murdered her. But i killed her for Nothing! NOTHING! And i hate you for that. And i hate that after this you can still make me love you so..."
He shuddered and pulled her closer still, "I wish so very much that i didn't, but i cannot will myself to stop loving you my dear, wretched sister. You are all I have left...We, at very least have that in common..."

Kara whimpered as she listened to him and felt as though she were sinking... As though she was the lowest of the low. She had nothing to say really... For a long time it was just silence. "I... I could never... ever dissown you... I love you and I'm so so very sorry Jeramy..." she whimpered and felt almost weakened and destroyed at the thought that he hated her. Did he really hate her? Or did he just feel that way right now? She didn't know though she felt if she did know... She would be even more torn.

"I thought that you would. Its worse now that i know you wouldn't have disowned me...so stop, please just stop trying to make me feel better...It shan't work. Ill never be right again," He said with a shiver and lowered his head until his chin rested on his chest.
"What do you propose to do now?..." he asked emptily.

"I... I don't know..." Kara murmured softly looking down abviously still feeling horrible and discusted by herself for the fact that he said he hated her. "Wh-When did you tell me a lie brother? If you don't mind me asking... I... I won't be mad... I just... I just want to know." she whispered softly wanting nothing more then to hold him close like he had her so many times before... though she felt somewhat that he didn't want that.

Jeremy just stared at her for a moment, taking in her gaze with his own blank eyes. But then the oddest expression crept onto his face, the most screwed up of smiles. He looked pained, like he was weeping, but he shook with silent laughter. A chuckle escaped his lips, the saddest laugh imaginable.
"Ha....Ha ha..." He said, his smile widening and turning a bit wicked,"It was when i told you that everything would be alright...I promised you it would. Do you remember that? I doubt you would. But i promised you it would" He laughed again," But i knew it was a lie the moment i said it! And look! I was right! Isnt that funny!? HAHA!"

Karasu looked at her brother with an odd look of both sadness and confusion. "I... I wouldn't concider it a lie... we... we really couldn't have known...." she whispered looking down not sure of what to do now. She didn't want to leave her brother even if he said that he hated her... though she would let him leave if that is what he wanted. Something then passed her mind... what would the other kingdom do when they found out that the girl was dead? She couldn't exactly remember right now though there was a group of people in the kingdom that could track the sent of someone... they would find Jeramy and his sister and Kara would die... though that didn't quite come to her... she couldn't remember about that group right now... she was too overwhelmed by both of their emotions.

"It was a lie to me. Whether its true or not doesnt matter. Just let me believe what id like. You owe me that at least..." He said with a shudder. He looked at her again and felt her apprehension and unhappiness. He wasnt displeased that he had caused them in her, in fact he was rather proud of himself. Before today he would have been horrified with himself, he had never wished ill of his sister in all his life. But now he could not care less, every fiber of his being had changed today and there was no going back, and so he smiled at his triumph.
"Sister...I will not leave you..." He said, sensing her distress yet again, "I am still your faithful servant, even if i am not as disillusioned to the ways of the world as i once was."