Isabelle's red eyes stripped from its last sanity. Anger that she tried to conceal finally showed its true form, showing the face of someone whose heart had never once touch peace, always at the edges of anger and hatred. She swept her hands angrily, throwing the shattered petals she had crushed under her hands out of anger, "Never. NEVER tell me that those men and I are the same! Maybe your power gave me hope and maybe I wish to use your power a little bit so what? I am borrowing your help the way I have helped you! Isn't it right for you to help me in exchange for my kindness?"
"Then I should repay you anytime you did good for me?" Arabella snapped back. "Then how can I be sure that all the things you have done for me was out of the kindness of your heart and gratitude or whether it was done because you wish for me to repay you when things gone sour?"
