[Training] it's a different kind of danger

“No, no, no, don’t apologize. I’m fine.” Roana said with a light, short laugh, shaking her head. It was good, let her get her anger out, let her take the revenge she wanted or punish as she wanted. This anger ran deeper than words could fix. It ran deeper than logic. It ran so deeply in her core that time alone would never heal it certainly – so it seemed only recompense would heal it. Only then could things move forward. And Roana so badly wanted things to move forward. Of course, the anger flared up again. She wanted to sigh but resisted. ”I didn’t block because this is the only thing I have to offer you as recompense for the suffering I have caused you.” she said calmly, watching her with a somber gaze. ”I don’t think I am better than you. I don’t think I am absolved of the sins I have to bear – but that won’t stop me from trying to rectify what I can. Nothing I say will do so, all I have to offer is my self.” she said. No one ever gave her reasons for their anger. No one ever gave her ways to seek forgiveness or even just a way to set it aside and start anew. But the woman got right to the heart of it with her angry questions. ”I don’t want an apology, nor that you say I am right. But I do want to find a way to move forward. And since I have wronged you so much that you hate me with this intensity, isn’t this what I deserve? Isn’t this what you want?” she asked, tone melancholy. Then the staff hit her right behind her knees, and in true fashion, they buckled forward and she fell to her knees, a hiss of air sucking through her teeth. Roana May your past be the sound of your feet upon the ground Carry on