Sora's Darkness *V2*

She rests her head on his arm.
He teleports to Sephiroth with Eberhart gagged and handcuffed while his hands are burned.

 

He raised a silver eyebrow. "Overkill much?"

 

"If you were after a runaway captive without harming him, you would have done the same thing."

 

"What's with the burnt hands?"

 

"Simple. I touched silver."

 

He tilts his head. "You do know that only harms werewolves, right?"

 

She tilts her head too.
He rolls his eyes. "Burning hot one."

 

"And may I ask why you were touching burning hot silver?"

 

"`Cause your pet found one nearby the fireplace."
She coughs and wheezes as tears fall down her face.

 

"What's wrong, sweetie?"

 

Her lips move but nothing comes out.
He rolls his eyes.

 

"Sore throat?"

 

She shakes her head weakly.
He hands Sephiroth the leash then heads to his room.

 

"Can you describe what's wrong?"

 

She points to her lungs.

 

"Either an infection or you inhaled something bad." He cast a healing spell on her lungs. "Does that feel better?"

 

Again, she shakes her head.
"Looks like children of Sora are affected by a 'virus'."

 

"You mean other than my Mother's cells?"

 

"Yes, this little girl, the one who captured me, and that other male that is coming here as well as his children have them."

 

He sighed as his form quivered. "This is why I didn't want to have children with her. I was never meant to breed, just to be used as a weapon. I was never meant to be happy." "Careful, he's slipping."