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[Across the page comes a feminine but untidy scrawl.]

One question, Deior. Why. What the hell is the point. Save the others, fine, but I don't get why you bothered with me.

[Feelings are not something Abeni's ever been used to. She doesn't know how to handle them, how to react to them, or what to do. Back at home she had a purpose, a drive, something to push her forward and work toward.

In the Keep, she's without that focus point. Zachariah might of been her initial reason for being brought back from the dead, or at least the reason she decided on herself, but as far as she can see, he's doing fine without her. She needs him more than he does her. It's a helplessness Abeni doesn't know what to do with.

Thus she's holed up in the boathouse, a bottle of liquor in her hand as she makes a poor attempt at drinking away her sorrows. If only her alcohol tolerance was even close to what it used to be. It's been a day or two since she's gone anywhere near the stables.

Abeni is hiding, speaking out only because of the alcohol in her system.]

[Abeni was angry, upset and generally stressed with the whole situation. The Keep had been bad enough on it's own without the threat of zombies, and coming across her best and only friend battered and bruised had been the icing on the cake. She understood that times had changed and he didn't need her watching his back every second of the day, but the fact that Zachariah had been so badly hurt without her there to fight with him bothered her to no end.

However late in the night it was, Abeni had a message to share with the Keep and the people in it. Aware as she was of the zombie virus, and that people hadn't been acting on their own accord, what happened wouldn't be forgiven so easily.

Picking up her journal, she scrawled a short message.]

If I find out which one of you is responsible for what happened to him, know that I'm coming for you.

[She wouldn't hold back. Riah was one she had killed for in the past, and one she would kill for again. Then again, death meant little in a place where the fallen came back from the grave days later. Abeni would have to think on this, take the situation as it came and work out her options. It was always possible she would never find out what went down that day.

Journal set away, Abeni resumed her late night exploration of the Keep and soon found herself at the thermal pools. There she paused, weighing up whether the water would do her any good in calming down.]

(ooc: holy tl;dr batman. Feel free to reply via journal or to stumble upon Abeni either by or in the pool. Uh. YAY!)

[Abeni remembered pain; a distinct sharp, burning sting in her abdomen from where the blade had driven in again and again. She remembered the fight, the way she and Zachariah had been ambushed, separated and how she had carried on while he fought his way back to her.

When the man had returned, it had been too late. Abeni had known that and told him to run. The world faded black and there was no doubt in her that she had died... Which was why waking up fully healed but still covered in blood in a strange cell was enough to put her on edge.

She had woken with a gasp, hands moving to fend off attackers that were no longer there. Instead she struck the journal on the table beside and it fell to the floor, pages open to kick off an Audio transmission. It was one that would go unnoticed. Abeni had bigger things on her mind. Confusion ran through her as she found her wounds gone, but the blood that soaked her clothes still wet. No part of this made any sense. Abeni still had her weapons, a hunting knife and a pistol, which only set her caution on even higher alert.]

What-- No. I am not doing this again. This ends now.

[Neglecting the journal and leaving the letter unread, Abeni stepped into the hall. She would not be captive anymore, neither of them would. Abeni would find Zachariah and they were getting out once and for all. The woman wanted answers, and would stop at nothing to get them.]

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