“  _{personal vendetta? you don’t make a lot of friends, do you?}  ”  _{sabrina could huff and puff about him poking at her like she’s not going to curse him when he’s gone. aside her sweetness, she’s far more wicked than she likes to appear,}  “  _{what makes you think i can help?}  ”  _{she bites back her urge to continue to quip.}

     _{“ i don’t need friends.” he could have said a few other things, but he was attempting to keep his lips sealed on that matter. well, more or less – friends were risks. even more than he’d admit. “ and i’m willing to give anything in return. ” after-all, getting rid of this pesky problem would be worth it… or so he thought. “ among other things… i think you can help as it’s a very personal matter. ” a pause. “ i’m going to kill my father. ”}