As Nessa heard the words spoken by the angellic girl by her side, she felt a pit open up in her gut, feeling as though she was cold--so cold, and empty, empty of all feelings, as though she had been a bottle filled with emotion, and now a hole had been drilled at the bottom, letting all the emotion flow out of her to fall uselessly onto the ground, leaving her only an empty shell.

For a moment, tears blinded her, but she held them back. Strong, Nessa. Strong, Nessa, she thought to herself to hold the tears back, and after a long moment, succeeded. She felt hollow inside and numb on the outside, and after another moment had passed she moved towards Vetro, and tried to take Vetro from Winston, though unfortunately his weight was too much for her petite frame, so instead she helped shift some of the weight off of Winston.

Her mind felt a tangle of webs and hollowness, an abyss where her emotions should be. The rage that had once filled her had drained, leaving her feeling as though she was a husk of her former self, nothing left inside her but the simplest thoughts. Unbeknownst to her, the wind carried her lavender perfume to the nose of Winston, less than a meter away from her, a soothing yet enticing scent, an empty promse of a peace that was usually--but not today--to be found in her heart.

OOC: Thanks Xandir (Drawn Together) for the quote "Strong, [name]" thing ^_^

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