She sees the visages emerge from the broken ruins. And the exhaustion naturally, starts going away, well. Not that it disappears, she is still tired. Her body hurts, but through sheer spite and hatred does it bear the extensive pain and numbness.
"It's them! I'll kill them!" She shouted. The Red Scar wasn't a myth, singlehandedly she ended many syndicates. And although a terrible force of nature in her own right for achieving such feats.
...yet, here she sat, defenseless, was it the appearence of the people who hurt her the most, just a twisted irony? Attempt to spite her? When she is at her weakest, life spits all of these thugs and other rodents at her. Every attempt and every energy she had left was spent towards trying to stand up, ignoring Valery's advice, of course, to be reminded of the consequences. She'd collapse to her knee again, and again, and again.
Over and over, she'd try to get up. It wasn't fair, here were the type of people that ruined her whole life, standing right in front of her. And yet, she couldn't do anything about it. At that point, the so-called mercenary, bounty hunter, terrorist, or whatever other titles or tags she might have been accursed by, started to break down into tears.
"Please, they can't keep getting away with this!" Her tone was full of pain from both the outburst and the mental torture she's being put through, it sounded broken. She was in defeat, she lost, her body lost, it is the mind that was rejecting the fact she did.
Decision to get away had to be done now or never, as the tensions were about to escalate.
Valery Noble
Kahlil Noble