Everything seems so... dead.

Bias walked down the path in the graveyard. She had a similiar one back home. But that one had been mostly filled with bodies that she had killed. She felt no remorse, just anger. Worthless people. They deserved what they got. People can only hurt.

Bias heard footsteps, and swirled round, but saw nothing. She presumed the person must have gone the other way. She kept wary just in case, and drew out four of her knives from her sleeves. She didn't want to be caught off guard. But thinking of that just made her angry. Her anger made her hit out at a nearby tree, causing the leaves to flutter to the ground.

Bias swirled. "I knew there was someone following me!" she said. Then she looked back at the tree. "I'm just imagining the tree is everyone in the world." she said with gritted teeth. Not out of anger at him, but at everyone else.

Mouse saw the leaves she had made fall from the trees and started to pick them up one by one. "But the world doesn't work if there are pieces of it missing." he replied trying to put them back on one by one but failing miserably. At the site of failure he apparently looked a bit sad at his failure trying to find a way replace the leaves. "They won't go back on." he told bias as if she knew the secret to putting them back on.

"Maybe the wordl shouldn't work." she said. "And once things have fallen apart, you know, sometimes they can never be put back together again." Like me.

Bias looked at the leaves which were now in her hands. "I told you, some things can't be put back together. And certainly not by me." however, she kept the leaves in her hands for some reason known only to her.

"I honestly don't see what's in it for me in that." she said. "If you manage to get a mark on me, then I have to do the impossible, if you don't, nothing happens. Put yourself in my shoes. Does it really sound such a good deal?" She unsheathed 13 knives quietly and without visible movement from their hiding places, just in case he decided to attack without warning.

Bias slipped quickly away from the gun, too quick for any gun to shoot her accurately anyway. She stayed a few metres away from him, partially hidden behind a grave. "Now that wasn't nice, was it?" she said, her voice calm and only her eyes showing her anger. "And about dropping my weapons, how would you know if I had? I could have others hidden on me." She shifted her head to one side and smiled, but not through happiness, the smile was almost eerie, like she had lost her mind. She began laughing. "Go on, shoot me. Do the world a favour." When he seemed unlikely to shoot her, her laughter stopped. She stepped out from behind the grave. "I said shoot me." She began laughing again, her laughter ringing through the trees. She looked straight into his eyes. "I won't move this time. So shoot me"

"Who said I was insane?" she said, tilting her head to one side. "I might be. But so might you. The world might be mad. I seriously want you to shoot me. And so does that make me mad? You declined. So does that make you mad? For not choosing to kill me? Or is everyone else just mad and are we the the only sane ones? How do you define madness? Is it in your head? Or is it in the rest of the world? What makes people mad?" Her eyes stayed fixed and unblinking on him the whole time while she said this.

(All credit to Amara (Rhythm) for the speech!)

Amara rushed to Bias' aid, knowing that though it would infuriate her, that she needed her to live. She put her hand out, hoping that the motion would make them stop, and knocked the gun out of his hand. The bullet, however, had already been shot, but at least it meant that Bias was only wounded.

Bias whirled on Amara. "Why the hell did you do that? He could have ended it for me and you have to interfere don't you?" she said, then, turning to him. "Thank you for trying." she said sincerely, which was rather strange considering the circumstances.

Mouse was clearly not pleased either with bias's Kudo's on his efforts or the way amara had obviously interefered. "You made miss, I never miss. You owe me something to compensate." he then turned his attention from amara to bias. "And you owe me as well and you will both equally pay what you owe." in the course of all his time in the slums, mid city and other travelings he'd never been more serious.

Amara bowed her head with a sudden change of personality. "I'm willing to pay." she said. "And I'm sorry for disturbing your plans, but I need Bias to live." she said, walking over and picking up his gun. She handed it back to him. "Here, I didn't really mean to knock it that far." she wasn't expecting sympathy, she just wasn't looking for an argument.

"Keep it beacause I assure you that you will need it." he told her omniously gently motioning for her to take it. "You should let your friend here die of her own causes. And as for you, well you will compensate me just not in money, you will work on my time for a bit." he told this neither coldly or upset.

"I don't use guns." she said. "If I need to defend myself or fight, my knife arm and my feet are quicker than my trigger finger." She didn't mean it to insult, it was just a statement. "How do you want me to work? I will pay you back in money, and in work if the work is feasible for me to do."

"Information gathering etc. are fine." she said. "But a kill? You will have to elaborate." She looked toward Bias, wondering why she hadn't said anything yet.

"Amara! What the hell happened to you? What happened to your fighting spirit? he says jump, you just say how high?! Do you even know what you're doing anymore? Do you realise what you have just done?" She changed her voice to a whisper that under any circumstances only Amara could hear. "You used to be the best. You used to be able to get people to pay millions for you to help them retrieve information. And you're just doing this for free, just because you knocked a guy's gun out of his hand? That's ridiculous."