[color=7bcdc8][h1]Wraith[/h1][/color]

Wraith had sat shakily down after Raven accepted her surrender and the summoner rushed over to Ecto, who had been injured somehow. Wraith wasn't quite sure what had happened to him - he'd been in ghost mode. hadn't he? Walker had to have done something, probably. She still hadn't completely managed to get herself together. How could Walker have done so much damage though? Maybe it was when she was reeling from the punch. She glanced at her hands, hoping that the world would stop spinning for a few seconds, before she did a double take at the glove on her right hand. There was some kind of... goo was the best word to describe it, covering the glove. She looked at it for a few seconds, before the realisation hit her like a truck.

She looked over at Ecto on the ground, who was being spoken to by Raven, then stared at her hand again, horrified. The stuff on her hand was the same stuff that was all over Ecto's wound. [color=7bcdc8]Was it me?[/color] Wraith didn't get it. She didn't remember hurting him, she'd specifically tried to avoid it, and now she'd left a complete mess for the rest of them to clean up. She thought back to the moments right after she'd been hit. She'd lost concentration, so it was completely possible that her hand had naturally phased back - that was the only real explanation she could think of. 

It was an accident. She didn't know if they'd believe her, but it was an accident. A real one, not a deliberate action made to look like it. It wasn't supposed to go like this, no-one innocent was supposed to get hurt! But they had, and it was her fault - she didn't know what was happening inside the building, but that was probably her fault too. She'd gotten carried away, not listened and if she'd just let them try to talk then none of this would have-

No. What was she saying? These things happened, right? Sacrifices were necessary. She'd tried to do what had to be done, and it hadn't worked out. That was all. That had to be all.

She shook her head furiously and stood up, stumbling forward as she headed to the door of the building. On some level, she felt as though she should just leave. Run away, not bother dealing with the inevitable lectures and moral talking-to that she would have to deal with, but something made her go in. 

They'd have to let her explain herself. As much as they seemed to despise her methods, they had to understand that Wraith was trying to do the right thing. She opened the door slowly, keeping as much distance as she could from the other vigilantes, avoiding looking any of them in the eyes.

She wasn't some blood-crazed murderer, she was just trying to clean the streets of scumbags like Walker. They had to understand her motivations, even if they didn't agree with the way she carried out her objectives.

[color=7bcdc8]After all, I'm not the bad guy... Am I?[/color]