I know what's best for you...

"Nonsense. You were not the one responsible for that tragedy after all." Kandice gave a small smile from under their mask. "However, if it makes you uncomfortable..." They took hold of the teapot, the scent of black tea filling the air. "Would you like anymore tea?" "I'm fine." "You haven't touched that cup. It's going to get cold." Nikola closed her eyes, making a face as if she kept thinking. "I'll still drink it. It'll be a waste." She sighed. "I just keep trying to remember..."

Kandice tilted their head. "Why would you want to remember the past anyways?" "Because- it's when I was happiest. Alec... It's the only time I can see him smile again." "Are you certain?" The teapot was sat down and a hand picked up one of the cookies sitting off to the side. "You know, you can make him happy now." "Like hell I can." Nikola's voice almost cracked with those words. "...He's afraid- convinced I'm the killer. He isn't going to take my word... and whenever he sees you, he freezes up." The Storyteller hummed. "That is true, but there is perhaps some hope. You just need to stop being pessimistic. How about this; you don't attack him the next match you have with him." They put a finger up. "It'll give you time to talk to him- I know you're quite capable of rendering a whole team gone before the dungeon even appears." "Heh, I wouldn't be able to get him to stop running." "Perhaps... It's still worth a shot, right? I know you're proud of that winning streak." Kandice nodded. "However, putting aside your pride for one match... wouldn't that be worth it to talk to Alec?"