A part of Blythe wanted to laugh. Wanted to cry. Wanted to scream at Alessa.
Sal.
Sal?
A maniac had torn her friend's heart to shreds. A man, a woman - a thing - that was bred and raised as evil - a heartless creature who had shot her in the arm - was the cause of this? She didn't know how to feel. Blythe would never, ever blame Alessa for her feelings. If Sal attracted something in her that the oracle would never understand, that was fine.
But so much had been risked because of her split soul. So much that Sal, of all things, caused. Damn him. unGods damn him. Damn the entire situation. Damn the emotional distress it caused Alessa and the subsequent soul split. Damn Alex, who was formed because of the asexual and then brutalized two teammates. Damn herself, because she'd tried to become something she shouldn't have been in the process of all of it.
So much pain - from one stupid little fool of a demon.
Taking a deep breath, she let none of her emotions slip. Now was not the time or the place, and she really didn't want to think about it.
"The regrettable part of this entire chapter in your life rests upon the fact that Sal would never...care about this." It was painful to say, but she was sure Alessa had already realized this long before Blythe did. "All of this agony for someone who would probably find this amusing."