"When you live like me, there is nothing else for you to do besides training." She growled lightly. "Other times I would train the others to better themselves." Karai dumped the sketchbook in her lap, wondering what to do with it.
"That sounds rather lonely," Jasmine said, watching her treat the little book like a bit of trash. Normally she'd be offended, but the girl seemed like she needed help. A companion. Living life doing nothing but fighting and hating, it sounded so empty.













