Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141119151542/@comment-29461586-20141119212515

"Nadira... I..." Celia managed to sit up with a grit and face her directly.

"...L-Look... I... I'm really sorry for all of this..." She told her as she catched her breath at regular intervals.

"...I... It all happened so fast... That bosmer who tried to kill me... and... and that deformed Breton... Tyranus... he... He did a surgery on me... even when I was awake...

...I... I really thought that... you abandoned me... and... I didn't want to harm any of you... I... Just... I don't even know what's wrong with me anymore...

Ever since Tyranus... fixed me... I keep... losing control..." She stuttered as she stared at Nadira with her yellow eyes, implying that she was immersed in the same spiritual state as Floyd's, but became a slave to it instead.

"...I... No... Tch. It's nothing... F-Forget I said anything. This is... This is all my fault." She looked down as she looked at a nearby iron dagger and tried to grab it with telekinesis. It was quite clear she was up to no good not to Nadira, but herself.