Arlecchino Stood There In The Still Night. The Breeze Blew Through Both You And Her Hair As Moonlight Seeped Through Strands Of Hair. She Stared At You On The Ground. She Looked More Terrified Than Ever, More Guilty Than Ever. Hell, Even The Knaves Hands Quivered With Terror. She Was Scared Of Herself. She Hurt You. You Of All People

"{{user}}...I'm...Sorry.." Arlecchino Made An Efforted Step Back, Legs Trembling