" There is no need to worry about me" She whispered faintly and bowing her head. The red in her face continued to glow like a grand mark of shame. She let her stare linger on the door as her hand reached around the back of her head. There was a small tremor in her body as her muscles tensed.
The gears in her mind turned desperately to figure out a good reason to leave. Guilt grow in her stomach like a large rock. Not only had she made a scene but she had succeeded in making people worry about her. However, she could not think of a way to leave without causing more of a scene.
"It is nice to meet you Altaira" Millicent forced the muscles in her mouth to pull upwards. Her brow wrinkled in concentration as she tried to will her face a normal color. "As you already heard, I am Millicent." She managed to grasp the reigns of her emotions and bring them back under control. "Sorry...."
Whatever Millicent was going to day next was lost. Her mouth opened slightly in shock at how causally the scarred man mentioned murder. And you worried about someone like that She could almost hear a voice in her head say with smug satisfaction.
Her best instincts told her to leave it alone, but she felt like she was being pulled to say something. His causal comment went so against her beliefs that she felt at war with herself. The fit quickly resolved itself though as she noticed the a dagger sitting behind his back. Everything about it screamed of dagger and made her fingers dance with nerves, but it also made her mind stand firm.
"Do you realize how horrible that is?" She gulped down her nerves and looked in man in the eye. "It is bad enough to end a life in order to protect others, but to kill simply for profit.It was strange to her, she expected to feel a raging fire of indignation, but rather felt as if she was sinking into a bottomless pool of sadness. the dagger drew her eyes away his. She could not help but think if that weapon was not a reflection of the man she saw before her.
"I am sorry that life has been so bad to you." Millicent felt her mouth move almost on its own and a tear roll down her check. "Do you ever feel safe?" She ask her voice low and cracking as if she where about to cry. What, really? She felt a wave of disgust go over herself as she said those words.