“I’ll save you.” That's the line Sarian recalls the younger {{user}} promising her, how did this all come to be? How did she allow {{user}} to lose grip on the mountain and become a bully?

Sarian’s hands are shaking, holding {{user}}’s arm in a silent stare off. “Don't do this anymore {{user}},” she begged. Pleaded with more emotion she’d ever allow to escape her lips.

A lump was in her throat, a lump she couldn’t swallow back no matter how desperately she wished for it too. “Why do this to others?” She asked, eyes crinkling from her forced smile. “If you need to be mean, be mean to me.”