[Sadrain]

December 12th, Chicago. Sewers near Base. 4AM.

Aiolia drew back, when Amante sat back, but only to stand up straight. It was not that she wasn't startled, or even afraid of his werewolf form in a corner of her heart. But there were times when fear could not be shown, and when she was too pissed off to care. His words also hurt her, on some level.

"It's not just YOUR business!" the girl snapped. "If you feel horrible, if you are drunk, it's mine business because I am your friend!" She panted, the struggle with the much larger man having taken some out of her. "It's not just some empty word, when I see you wasting your self, doing more harm to your self." She wanted to say that just because she wasn't powerful, just because she couldn't change his mindset quite literally, it did not mean she would give up on him. But he wouldn't care, not at this point.

"I will not you do something bad to yourself! I will rather punch you my self, and those who hurt you, but not let you do this to your self." "And drinking makes you even more self pitying, stupid" She sniffed slightly, eyes filling with anger tears.