Pancakes for breakfast

I had stayed up the whole night making runes. Knowing that we would need all the protection we could get. I had read Tori's post. So he had been the reason she was crying. I walked to her room that morning. I felt as though there were things we needed to discuss. I knocked on her door and I heard a quiet "come in".

When I opened the door I saw that she had a variety of weapons laid out across her bed. I was slightly surprised. "What do you want Skye?" She asked as she went about sharpening the knives.

"You're not actually going to go through with this are you?" She glanced up at me before going back to sharpening the knives. "You can't do this. You're going to be killing innocent people....."

She stopped sharpening the knife and she looked at me. "Oh did you wanna die then?" I was taken aback by this. "Look I'm saving your ass by doing this. I thought you'd be a little more appreciative than this. But noooo all the guys I give a damn about have a fucking DEATH WISH!"

I found myself becoming angry at her words. "I don't have a death wish! But I don't want you to have to kill   innocent people just because you won't kill me! It isn't right!"

"Well what you expect me to do?!" She stood up at this point. I was quieted by this. I wasn't sure how to respond to that. "Look," Tori sighed, pushing the weapons aside so she could sit down on the bed. Her posture was slumped, very unlike the confident way she usually held herself. "I know that this isn't really.... ideal... but...." She took a deep breath and shook her head slightly. "What else could I do?"  She looked up at me and I was taken aback at how broken her eyes were. I found myself becoming angry again, not at her but at that suit wearing bastard.

I ran a hand through my hair, sighed and leaned against the door frame. "I don't know.....But what I do know is that, I meant what I said the other night. I'm not going to let you deal with this on your own. I don't know how much I can do but....I know that I want to help you in anyway that I can. We'll get through this, together." I felt a confidence that I had never felt before. For some reason I found myself actually believing what I was saying. I had that feeling, that feeling that tells you that everything's going to be alright. Even though the voices were yelling at me that everything was definitely not going to be alright. That if I didn't run I was going to die. I was surprised to find myself ignoring them.

She looked up at me, blankly at first but then her eyes flickered from emotion to emotion - so fast I couldn't make out what she was feeling. "That...." she smiled up at me, "that means a lot to me." I found myself smiling back at her.

"So....what's for breakfast?"