Valerie looked at Misha and Danny and sighed. There were so many things she wanted to say, but she didn't know where to begin. Between seeing Danny in the green and Larxene's comments in her journal, she was torn. Could she really just leave the two of them alone and expect them to be OK? There were a million thoughts going on, but there was a part of her that knew she had a responsibility too. She swore that she'd not leave people to suffer because of her own ignorance and anger, that she'd do whatever she could. So there was only one thing to do in this sort of situation that would absolve a little of the guilt.

"Guys," she said gently, "I'm going to have to get going soon. I made a promise awhile ago, that I wouldn't let people get hurt because I was oblivious to other people's pain. Some thing's sorta come up, and I have to find some answers. I'll be back though, and I'll try to find you guys as soon as I can. It's just I...I have to get to the bottom of what's happening with people here, and as stupid as it sounds, I don't want you guys getting hurt. I'm sorry, but I gotta go."

It sounded stupid, of course, considering what she'd seen Misha do. At that point, Valerie burst out the door, because there was a few other things she was leaving out.

She'd read Larxene's journal, and there was no way she'd subject Danny or Misha to her, who knows what happened to Timon. Besides, she made a promise to Timon that nothing would happen to Misha, and she meant it. As for Danny, well, that just evoked a whole bunch of emotions Valerie preferred not to think about.

She had to be strong. She had to fight. Most importantly , she had to win.