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"You won't be," he said before grabbing his hand, "Now come on, I'll introduce you to Rose."

Destrey walked over to him, "Its fine. Theres just a bit of drama right now, but dont let that make you feel like your not welcome," he said.

"Why?" he asked, concerned.

Destrey saw Krissy, "Hey, where you going with all that stuff?" he asked.

"Alright," he murmered before walking towards the door. "Just call for me if you need any help," he siad before going into the hallway.

"Rose, you can't carry her youself," he sighed.

"Are you sure? I should carry her at least," Destrey said.

"I meant I was going to clean up the blood and bring her into the infirmiry. Rose, I'm fully aware she is still human, and you know damn well I'm not just brushing this aside," Destrey said.

Destrey walked in the room, "Rose," he said softly, "I need to clean up."

Destrey nodded, "I'll see you later," he said before walking out of the room and back to where Sundays body lay.

"Wait, I didn't catch your name," he said. "I'm Destrey."

"No, its fine. I can take care of it," he said before standing up. "Thank you for bringing me to my room."

Destrey chuckled sadly, "Thats one way to put it."

Destrey sighed, "She was lesbian. Although that didn't stop her from using me..." he said, his voice drifting off.

"No," he whisperd as he clutched the sheets. He gripped them as if his life depended on it. "And to answer your question, no she wasn't. But I loved her."

Destrey's whole body was shaking. "My rooms...at the end of the hall. The door on the left," he said in a choked voice.

Destrey flinched slightly as Krissy knelt next to him. It was an odd image, seeing as Destrey never flinched, never showed any sort of pain. "Alright," he murmered.

Destrey stared at Sunday's dead body. "S-she saw..." Destrey couldn't even finish his sentance. The pain was to much for him. His eyes slid over to the rack of swords, knives, and daggers. He could join her so easily. Its what he deserved.

"She's dead," Destrey whispered form his spot on the floor. Hot tears rolled down his cute little face.

((brb gotaa eat dinner))

Destrey's whole body was racked by an uncontolabe sob.