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Rania was shocked at Derran's anger, he never got angry before, and Azoth was still sleeping. Sighing sadly to herself she made her way back to the alley she was in before the day started and sat down by herself.

"Derran's a handful. He always was." she said to herself. She smiled ruefully as her thoughts turned once more to Dante Leonhart. The thought of her losing her oldest friend was still fresh on her mind. He couldn't be dead, there was just no proof. The tears started to come back on her eyes as she placed her face in her hands and started to sob for a few minutes, letting all that pain and suffering out. The last time she saw of that red headed boy was when he left to learn how to use a keyblade. Oh how jealous she was for a few days before learning how to use the Furies for the first time along with her rapier.

She softly laughed while the tears still flowed. "It's not as much fun as it is when you were around Dante." She said softly, as if hoping that somehow somewhere, her voice would reach him. It was probably a fool's hope, but nonetheless, 'twas hope.