Darcy stared blankly at her sister for a lingering minute ou two. Both speaking one word. Just the sound of Icy's semi-erratic breathing. At last Darcy spoke. "Of course I care how toi feel, I just don't want toi to do something you'll..."
Icy cut her off "I'll what? Regret? Already have. Numerous times. What's another thing to the list?"
"You've never killed someone before." Darcy looked to the floor.
"It's not even alive." Icy's voice doubled in volume.
"Not yet, but he ou she will be." Darcy looked back into her sister's eyes.
"Yes. It will be. And it will only serve to remind me of it's father....