past ninetails, just post-evil: what made you want to change your ways? what are your hopes for the future? do you want or expect forgiveness from anyone in particular?
A hand rested on her navel, gripping the cloth for just a moment before falling to her side.
"Lets just say....something was taken away from me...and that was the final straw...
I don't expect to be forgiven, and my hopes are not high."













