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Vienna stared as the man explained everything to her. He knew things, that she could tell. He knew what she did last night. That was something she preferred to keep to herself, not go blab about it like some of her other kills. Plus, what he said was true. Why didn't she just let the kids kill her? If her life was that miserable, and she didn't really care about when she died, what kept her fighting last night? Was it revenge, or a subconcious thought that she was a part of something?

Another thing he said stood out in her mind. Was there really a reason behind her family members' deaths, and not just a freak accident? How could she be sure unless she followed him. He seemed to know what he was talking about, and he sounded like someone she could trust, but still. He was obviously a mod, and she was definitely hated mods. Plus, she didn't even know the man's name. Why would she go wtih him? Her emotions flared up inside her like fire and fought with each other as she watched the guy leave the bar.

Finally, her curiosity won. She put her pistols at her hip and sheathed her blade in it's case hanging at the small of her back, then stood up slowly. She stumbled her way towards the door--stopping to throw up--and finally makes it outside where the guy is waiting for her.

"Okay, stranger. But you can at least tell me your name."