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REVENGE WAS A GAME WITH NO WINNERS. A game that would never cease to exist. The overwhelming lust to diminish that gnawing feeling in your chest. As Verona laid on the cold, cement ground of the warehouse, she was slowly being reminded of that. Coming from a family who acted on impulsive decisions, she had witnessed the destruction revenge caused. It was a cycle that would never end-- both parties would always crave the last move. It rips you apart in every way. Revenge knows no ends. A never-ending cycle that would never amount to anything, but destruction and violence.
Verona finally understood why Tokyo would've done anything for Rio.
When her line of vision landed on Florence, she at first thought she was hallucinating. A symptom caused from the impact of the grenade she had set off. The news that hinted at his death was fresh in her mind, until she realized that it may have been all a mind game. Toying on her emotions to trigger a reaction-- which was pretty much right out of the 'How to be a Vasquez' handbook.
At the feeling of his gentle hands cupping her cheeks, she knew he was real. She wrapped her arms around his neck, a few choked out sobs leaving her mouth. He was alive. The revenge she acted upon had been for nothing, but would have detrimental consequences.
In that moment, she never wanted to let him go-- terrified of that feeling she had when she thought he was gone. It was something she never wanted to feel again.
Florence used all the remaining strength in his body to pull her to her feet, the weakness in her body making her lean into him. When she finally got a good look at his appearance, she noticed the blood splattered across his face, bruising coloring his jaw and neck. His azure eyes held a glint of what she could only assume as guilt, making her wonder what exactly happened out there. He caught onto her worried staring, and shook his head, muttering that they needed to get out of there.
Florence's eyes darted across every part of the room, noticing the dead bodies that laid on the ground. The image made a wave of nausea course through him. The explosion had definitely been responsible for some of the deaths, since he noticed some of the men didn't have bullets in them, but had pieces of debris stabbed into various parts of their bodies. He wondered what had caused the explosion. He was relieved Verona hadn't been hurt by it. If he had been looking closer, he would've noticed the guilt-ridden expression that loomed over Verona's features.
