#samarareply

"How mad do you think everyone would be if Ashley and I elope. With everything going on... never knowing whats going to happen we just want to be married to each other. And waiting until the summer..." Sion rubbed the back of his neck.

"This place is scary... because its boring. It's like a prison." Velara mumbled but then grinned at Samara. "But yes I like it, very spooky and dangerous. A bit of me." She pretended that much didn't scare them. Of course she had fears but no one would know. Even Alrik. "Not into halloween?"

"Don't worry I am not going all fighter mode, I am more aware of my limits but better to keep my fitness up and learn at least some self defense." Sion chuckled as he placed his poles down by the punching back. "A good way to blow of some steam. How are you?" Felt like a little bit of time since he had seen her.

"Samara are you there?" Sion had just been with her and now it was completely dark. He couldn't see anything in front of him. Why was it so dark? What a stupid question it was Washington. There was always something happening. "Samara?" He called for her again.

"Hm what? Oh yeah not just thinking. I can do that some times." He rolled his eyes and moved his jacket on the couch so Samara could sit. He was tired but he was trying, really putting the effort in. He'd show them he didn't need some therapist telling him what to do.

Sion almost didn't know how to be. It was this weird limbo between his family not remembering and him newly back with memories. He remembered his 'fake' family but it was so real to him and still felt real. It was odd though that Samara had been his cousin in his memories though really his niece. He decided that it was probably better to not add confusion to all of this and just carry on. Not really talking about things one way or another. "Sorry what was that?" He looked over at Samara while his fingers played with the dogtags around his neck.

Sion didn't care if she wasn't happiest with him right now, or there was tension with people dying and being killed of course he was worried about her. "Samara oh thank goodness..." He had been looking all over for her. "Reply to my text messages, kriff!" He would always be the worried uncle no matter what she said to him.

“Or what Samara?” Sion had thrown his attacker over his shoulder, he was feeling a lot of adrenaline and aggression right now. His training was really kicking in now and he was in fight mode. Sion rarely got to this level. But he was just so angry.