[Training] it's a different kind of danger

”I know it won’t fix everything, or anything even.” Roana said, feeling desperation begin to creep up. ”But I don’t know what else to do. I don’t know how else to make recompense. I don’t know how else to even the field so we can all move forward.” She was at a loss. She was grasping at straws, anything that might help the situation, anything that might allow the past to live in the past. Each shove on her shoulder hurt, more because of the previous whack she received than the force of the current blows. She winced, gritting her teeth as her shoulder was repeatedly shoved forward. ”You’re right. I did approach you. I want to make amends, I truly do. But at this point I don’t know another way.” she said with a sigh. ”I am sorry. I acted in haste, and in grief, and I shouldn’t have. I had lost my only friend in this place that day and I was intent on not letting anything stand in my way of fulfilling his dying wish to me.” she said, swallowing a hard lump in her throat, daring to glance back at the other woman. ”Just as you are so angry with me for hurting Rory.” That sort of anger could be blinding. But she should have been better than that. Even if she still thought bringing down the barrier ultimately needed to happen, she still could have done better. ”It isn’t an excuse. It is just a fact. I am, truly sorry.” she said quietly. Roana May your past be the sound of your feet upon the ground Carry on