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Okay! Redemption Part V!! Enjoy! whee

"C’mon! I know where Trent is!” Chan answered back. This confused everyone. And also worried them. They all looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders. Joyce followed her into the castle, “What’s wrong, Chan? We’re all worried about you. Why were you talking to the sky?” Chan suddenly paused from the preparing and packing she had started. Her bangs drooped over her bent head covering her face except for her chin which you could see when she talked, “Eli…” she said. Eli was Chan’s brother. The one she had killed. Joyce was worried that Chan had finally gone crazy from the suffering she had endured from the murder of her brother. She was genuinely worried now and tried to reason with Chan, “Chan, your brother is…de--”
“I know he is!” she interrupted. Fear, desperation, sadness depression, anger, and self hate intensified her eyes as she yelled at Joyce. She managed to calm herself down and looked away from Joyce to hide her shameful face, “My brother may be dead, but his spirit lives on… he was…” she looked back at Joyce with a nostalgic face, “he was sending me a message.” Joyce became more worried. Seeing the lust for the past in Chan’s eyes made her even more sure that Chan was being affected by the death of her brother… and the secret of Dia De Las Alas. “…Chan, I--”
“I could hear his voice, in the thunder. He was talking to me, Joyce” Chan was speaking in a happy tone now and had a smile on her face.
“Chan maybe you should see a doct--”
Chan turned to anger, “No! I’m not going crazy okay?? So if you want to find Trent either you trust me or you stay here wallowing in your own pool of depression and misery wondering where the hell your boyfriend is and do nothing about it! Eli… he… he gave me good information… gave us good information. We should trust him… and you should trust me… do you trust me?”
“What?” This took Joyce by surprise.
”Do you trust me,” Chan said with a pure yet playful smile. Joyce couldn’t resist that smile. It was such a trustworthy and always refreshing smile to see considering only two people were capable of holding one in the castle. Ron and Chan. They were always smiling to keep people happy. To keep them from the dark side. To keep them from thinking too much of the secret. To live with happiness without the “perfect world” of Dias De Las Alas. But somehow this smile from Chan seemed more trustworthy than ever before and caused Joyce to only come to the conclusions that Chan was not going insane. Come to trust her. “Okay, Chan. Let’s do this.” Joyce finally smiled.

This made Chan happy and she started running around going on about all the things they need and the routes they would have to take, adding in her own little funny and random comments like the little blabber-mouth she was and continued her packing. Ron, Liz and Shade stood in the doorway with stumped looks on their faces as they looked to one another and made confused faces, “Anyone know what’s going on?? I’m so confuzzled…” Ron asked in a cute way, scratching his head through short blonde hair. Liz and Shade just shrugged in equal confusion. In all the fuss of packing Chan stopped right in front of them and exclaimed “C’mon guys!! Get a packin’!!!” She turned around to get back to packing. Ron raised his hand like a little boy and asked “Umm, why are we packing? Are we going somewhere?” She turned back around to face them and winked with a large grin and a thumbs up as she said, “We’re gonna save Trent,” Ron was astonished and asked, “Uhh, Trent… needs saving???”
“Yuppers!” Chan went off to resume her packing and planning. Ron watched her for a few seconds and then ran after her. Once he caught up to her they started talking, “Err, you seem to be taking this very well,” he said as he followed her wherever she was going, “Well, I mean, umm you knew the guy since you were kids and you not even worried right now.” She still ran about doing her thing, “Oh well I was worried, but Trent can take care of himself, he’s a big boy now!” she smiled. Ron grabbed her arm and stopped her in her tracks, “Listen… what if he’s being tortured… or what if… what if…” Ron’s voice started to quiver and his eyes started to well up, “What if he’s dead.” Chan turned around to face Ron and looked him straight in the eyes with a sympathetic reasoning. She then pulled him to her and hugged him with care.