Unintended

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It was much easier to base the explosives which were needed on the likes of the ammo used in slings, no need for fuses, for the risk of someone lighting it and waiting to see if it succeeded or not; no, it was much better to eradicate any possibilities of harm if the bomb started its internal countdown all on its lonesome. The little circular items were easy to create, they didn't take much time, however having them rolling about on the desk wasn't exactly wise, especially if they bump against each other and start their countdowns without Nureka doing anything.

A small basket, or a few were on her desk, she had organised the parts she needed to make the bombs, and then a basket to gently rest them in once she was done. Honestly, she had zero clue how long she was at it for, she just threw herself into this task, it wasn't like she had anything else to, her bow was completed, she had plenty of resources to branch out and create other ammo which, in truth, she slowly found herself gravitating towards.

She was minutely aware to the door to the room opening, the owner of the footsteps that entered paused before coming her way. She was hunched over attaching an arrow head to the shaved down piece of wood in her hand. Feeling a hand rest against her shoulder, Nureka's strained eyes slowly blinked and looked around before looking up.

"Your dedication can never be bought into question. But it would be preferable if you did not push yourself, regardless of our situation." Kotallo stated, he should've known she'd do this, bigger fool him leaving her to it for most of the day. As soon as he asked her about the explosives, he had gone to find Alva, of course the Quen had been startled, her expression said as much, when she saw him at her door. Though Kotallo had always been sceptical about Alva and her want and willingness to fight, or how good she was in a fight, he thought it best to at least try and come up with a plan of action. It was just going to be them, they needed to reach some impasse and figure things out, it would certainly help if Alva wasn't still so unsure around him.

Nureka's eyes were still narrowed up at him as she thought over his words before blinking and rubbing at her eyes, actually now that he mentioned it, they did really ache. Actually, her whole head hurt, "I haven't an answer."

Kotallo raised an eyebrow, he felt like he needed to sit down. "Well, that's certainly a first." Which it was, as long as he had known her, she seemed to have a response for near enough everything. She just hummed in response and nodded, Kotallo got the sense she had spent the whole day working away lost in her head and thoughts. "What is it?" He just asked, grasping onto the back of her chair, he easily tugged it away from the desk and held his hand out.

She needed to get away from all of this, maybe go for a walk, get some air, go speak to their friends, she had to get out of her darkened room and all this ammo she had made. Kotallo was expecting her to go overboard, and she certainly did, but at least there was enough to share around, though he doubted she'd give any to Tilda, Sylens or Regalla.

Nureka scratched her head in thought, she looked troubled as she looked around her room and tilted her head. Narrowing her eyes at her little shelves and the trinkets on it, she glanced back at him. "The last time we went off to what we believed would be an end point, someone died." She didn't want to think of all of this in that way, but what if history repeated itself?

Kotallo nodded, he understood where she was coming from and there wasn't really any reassurance he could give. Undoubtedly there would be some sort of casualty, he'd been in enough fights to realise not everyone came out the other end, or at least in one piece. That just had him subconsciously rubbing his hand against what remained of his arm. Nureka watched the action with a worried look before running her hands down her face with a sigh.

"I have never doubted we'd succeed; I am an optimistic person even when things look really bad. There always has to be good, good always has to overcome whatever bad there is in the world or else everyone's lives will just be unbearable and we'd all be back to square one." Nureka's voice was muffled thanks to her hands over her face, but she looked up at him suddenly and shook her head. "However, I did not think Varl would die. I am concerned for you," Nureka gestured her hand at him, "I did tell you once, your readiness to always throw yourself into a fight concerns me."