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"A tool? I didn't use anything as a tool! I wouldn't have had to do that if you'd just told me what the fuck was going on," snapped Trix, frustrated at the tone Tempest was taking. While she knew using her power on the girl was wrong, she couldn't help but buckle down, unwilling to surrender. The guilt was already swirling around in her, flurrying and cold like a snowstorm, but she ploughed on. "That thick skull of yours isn't as impenetrable as you thought. That's not my fault," Trix spat. Unable to stand the eye contact, she began pacing, raising her arms to her head as though pondering something impossible. Without Tempest's gaze drilling into her, Trix could collect herself a little easier. "Look, I shouldn't have done that. I haven't gone that deep in... gods, I said I'd never do it again." Scrambling for the right words, Trix came up blank. Half of her wanted to apologise and make up with Tempest, and the other half was disgusted at the prospect. Never in her life had she felt this way before -- so concerned with another person's feelings. It complicated everything, and she hated it. Beatrix found herself missing the days when she lived and died only for herself. Spinning on her heel, she turned to face the brunette again. "And I never said I was the only one hurting! But hurting doesn't give you the right to ignore me for a whole year. I didn't do anything wrong back then. I didn't deserve that." Beatrix's voice wavered, her vulnerability making her cringe. "'Happy now', are you serious? Do I look happy to you?" She certainly didn't. Her black eye makeup was running, and there was a subtle but definite tremor in her hands. She was nearly too weak to hold herself up after exerting so much energy into delving into Tempest's mind. She sighed, staring into Tempest's eyes again. It made her melt entirely. "Shit Tem, what I saw-- it was fucked. I hate that that happened to you. But it's safe with me, okay? Take it to my grave safe. And I'll never, ever do that to you again. Promise," she extended a trembling pinky, offering it towards Tempest without expectation. She expected the girl to slap her and storm off, but she prayed to every god that she wouldn't.