It was the final sentence that did any damage for Meg. Misery loves company, right? She didn't want to take anything from anyone, she wanted to believe that any of this would accomplish anything more than pain and disaster. But she couldn't. The passion in Yuna's fierce words made Meg feel small by comparison...so she lashed out with the only weapon she had.

"Hey, great life story, very moving," she replied sarcastically, violet eyes turning cold and steely. "But there's more than just your life at stake here, or are the rest of us hard to see up there on your soap box? You wanna risk your neck on a gamble like this, good for you. But don't drag anyone else in with you. I don't think a sweet girl like you could deal with the guilt."

With that, she spun on her heel and threaded herself through the crowd and away from Yuna, hands balled into fists at her side despite the arrogant, cold expression on her face.