***Warning - an argument is in this chapter, so it'll include a swear or two.

Hail's fingertips trailed along the bandages covering her arms, breathing slowly and steadily.

Her head hurt and she couldn't focus on Reed in front of her, who had just told her the last thing she wanted to hear. There had been nightmares ever since she had been rescued, and they were mostly about what Reed had confirmed.

Hail's family was gone.

And they weren't coming back.

"Hail?"

I lifted my head slightly, making eye contact. Reed flinched away a little.

Over the couple of days she had known him, Reed made random conversations to take her mind off of the ship Hail was literally trapped in until her fresh wounds had healed, him and Dr. Halo being the only ones fluent in her language. The doctor had Hail test her abilities to their fullest extent to see what the dormant sickness she quickly learned was called 'Vallisis'. The testing didnt go well. Reed did the best he could to keep Hail comfortable, within parameters since he had small jobs to do every few hours. None of it seemed to help though.

Hail and Reed kept eye contact for just a few seconds, then Reed looked away, muttering in the dead silent room, "I'll give you a minute..."

Hail watched him exit the hospital room quietly, leaving Hail to sit in the silence.

She trailed her fingers on the bandages again, keeping her breathing in control. She must have control, Hail must always have control otherwise anything stupid she could do will be used against her. The Freal could detain her for a longer period of time, and she was already antsy from nearly a week of sitting around doing nothing to find who killed them.

The hope she had given herself over those days of ignorance made Hail think hope is false. The higher up's had taken everything from her, and she couldn't do anything about it. All she could do... all she could do was...

Hail's breath hitched, her feet touching the cold white tile floor as she walked over to the half length mirror in the corner of the room. Carefully she tugged and her bandages, revealing what had happened to her hands and arms after she had passed out from Dr. Halo's testing. Her eyes met a terrible sight and her heart dropped, the tears now sliding down her cheeks miserably. Though she was told it had receded, it wasn't fully dormant yet and needed a week at most to leave and put her out of danger. Her black stained finger tips was all she needed to see.

Her mind went blank, only focusing on the fact that is was the higher up's fault. They sent her comrades to die, left everyone else in the dark as they lead her family, everything she loved, to be shattered and burned and her to be left behind to stand amount what was left of her dreams.

She was very sure that they expected her to die. Their tracks could have been wiped but they had made a terrible mistake. She's alive. The Freal know what they had done to her and her family, her friends...everyone she had held dear.

Her hands clenched at the thought of being in the hospital a second longer. She wanted, no, needed to see who ever did this to her to be dead. To burn and suffer and scream bloody murder. Hail could see it now, the blood on her hands, the looks on their faces, their---

There was a knock on the door, interrupting Hail's train of thought. She snapped out of it and quickly redressed her bandages, wiped her face, then quickly and quietly got back into bed. She then called for them to come in.

Dr. Halo's friendly face appeared in the now open doorway, holding his wierd looking clipboard like usual. He politely greeted Hail, and she nodded solemnly back, not meeting Dr. Halo's concerned eyes. He frowned from what Hail could tell in the corner of her vision, and he sat on the chair next to the bed.

"You," Halo mumbled, "have been told the news, have you not?"

Hail nodded again, silent. Dr. Halo gave a grunt of understanding, and wrote on his clipboard in his language, Hail watching the doctor write in very strange patterns.

"How are you taking it?" The older man inquired with a tone of gentleness, as if he were a grandfather consoling a grandchild.

Hail didn't answer at first, since her mind flood with the images of the higher up's dead appeared in her mind. She mentally fought all of it down and replied with a simple sentence.

"I want to kill them all."

"Ah," the white haired man acknowledged, "that is natural for humans, to want to destroy what destroyed them."

Hail didn't say anything to that. Just kept staring at her lap with tired eyes.

"Though," Dr. Halo continued, "once they do die...what will you do then?"

"I..."

Dr. Halo pushed on, "How long will the feeling of achievement go on? A mere few seconds over the bodies of people you murdered in cold blood?"

"They deserve to die! They'll get the justice they deserve!" Hail shouted, having enough of the doctor's words.

"Do they?" Dr. Halo rose and he came dangerously close to Hail's bedside, his expression sharp, "from what we have gathered, you would be a target the same as them. You along with Zara corp. have struck down many companies in the race of achievement, even going as far as obliterating them if they did a wrong against you. You aren't perfect either, human."

Hail gripped the sheets on her lap, her arms shaking, listening to him pummel her with words.

"Won't it be easier to watch them suffer in a facility with the rest of the criminals, alive, and living with the fact they practically screwed up their entire lives killing so many? You wouldn't be here if it wasn't for me and my crews decision to go down there alive save your ass, or know about anything that had happened. You could've died down there like the rest of your family. No one knowing the cause of the destruction."

That hit a nerve, and she shot him a very deadly look. Dr. Halo didn't back down.

"If you kill the people who have done the same wrongs you have, you'll end up screwing the rest of your life over, getting thrown in a facility like the rest of the murderers. Who would you rather get screwed, you or them?"

The silence was deafening.

"Exactly," the doctor huffed, "You lived through this, don't waste your time going after lowlives, and certainly don't throw away your lucky survival to live behind bars for the rest of your life. Think of your family, human. What would they say if you went down the path of revenge?"

Dr. Halo sat down again calmly, as if nothing he had said hit any nerves. Hail was fuming, but she knew the doctor had a point. It angered her that he played the 'what would your family say' card, but it only nailed his point in more.

After writing on his clipboard once more, Dr. Halo left with a polite goodbye, closing the door behind himself.

Hail was left in the arms of silence once more.