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Rita walked through the carnage that Percy left in his wake. Blood splattered walls, corpses being barely recognisable. The mutilated bodies stank was almost pliable, she wandered into the main hall and saw Opal laying out the mother and her child. Opal had a look of regret because she caused their suffering.

“What are you going to do with them?” Rita asked

“Too much blood was already spilt. We have already stolen so much from these people already so I don’t think we should kill them” Opal said with sorrow She then held the hand of the boy and a single tear ran down her cheek.

“You have gone soft, the old you wouldn’t have hesitated to kill them” Rita with a smile on her face

“The old me didn’t know what it’s like to lose a family” Opal grievously

When she said this Rita looked at her hands and clenched them into a fist. She walked up to Opal placing a hand on her shoulder. Opal places her hand on top of hers and they stay like that for a bit.