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 Haha, you are a sophomore, though, right? Well, good luck to you too! The workload in college and the activities happening outside of classes are insane! I am currently avoiding an essay I have to write for my English class so I am responding!!

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The warmth of his breath caressed her cheek as Hyde and Sherlock spoke in a chilling, harmonious voice. Olesya slowly lowered herself from the side of his face where she had whispered in his ear, but the space between them was still only inches apart. They were so close that the girl could notice small details about the boy she couldn't before. Up close, Robin Hood was more beautiful than she had realized and she envied the sort of ancient beauty his features held.

His eyes, with the capacity of changing from ruby to emerald, now held the color of a timeless fall. It was as if the vibrancy of the green summer grass was meant to accompany the dying scarlet leaves of a huge maple tree. Though his voice wasn't as musky and earthy as his eyes led on. Instead, his voice held the emotions of winter. The icy chill of a winter breeze cut through the space between them and it was obvious that it was Hyde's voice, with his hatred for her seeping through. However, the dull grey of a winter sky was the prominent tone of his gloomy words. The blood of a Dryad was so blatantly running through the veins of the boy standing in front of her that envy made her heart heavy.

As the two personalities spoke, Olesya couldn't help but wonder how much control Sherlock actually had over the body. It was mainly Hyde the hybrid ever spoke to and when Sherlock did decide to voice his opinions, it was almost always through Hyde or with Hyde. Who was in control in the first place? Did the personality that is Hyde come out of nowhere or was Robin Hood literally split in half? Was there anyway to get Sherlock back to normal or did he prefer to have Hyde share his body? How much control did each side have? 

So many ignorant questions buzzed behind Olesya's thick skull that the torn voice of Robin Hood was just background noise. It wasn't until Robin Hood gasped raggedly and stumbled backwards that the girl snapped back from her thoughts and slowly pieced together the words and meanings of the background noise to her thoughts. No, that wasn't what she meant when she whispered to Sherlock. It wasn’t as if she doubting his means, and it wasn’t as if she wanted Hyde to run rampant and unrestrained, she was simply concerned about the strength and will Sherlock had left. She had meant to applaud his perseverance. Nonetheless, she was genuinely concerned for the sanity of Robin Hood.

Now, ruby red eyes stared into her soul as the emerald disappeared from existence. The unruly part of Robin Hood had fully emerged into the world and he took a step towards her as she had previously done to him. It was as if the intensity of their conversation seemed to grow when the space between them shrank. Her spine danced with a sort of fear only Hyde could make her feel but she didn't take a step back as the space closed between them once more.

Being so close, Olesya had to look up into the face of Hyde. Her dark eyes traced the faint scars that lined his young face. They were pale and gave off a dull shine as he spoke with malice. She wondered if they were from discriminating humans like their ancestors had to deal with or the process of purification. If it had been Sherlock speaking to her now, the ivory scars would have been an addition to his ancient beauty, however, as Hyde spoke so harshly, all Olesya could see them as were battle scars.

The hybrid watched Hyde patiently as he spoke down to her once more, though her skin was crawling with irritation and ire. How did such a demon get shoved into the body that stood in front of her? Such cruelty was embedded in his words that she wondered why she wanted to pick a fight with him in the first place. She had embarked down a road that she thought would give her answers and help her purify the town, but in the end, all Olesya could do, as Hyde said, was to play catch up. His words were so true and seemed so inevitable that they started to sound impossible to the girl. He mocked her so much that she wanted to do everything in her power to prove him wrong; and that is exactly what he wanted her to do. She realized now that no matter how hard she tried to turn the tables, she would just be falling herself deeper into the depths of Hyde's game.

 By the time Hyde was done ridiculing her, she was going to retort and attempt to stray away from the darkness Hyde had trapped her in, but as red faded to green and the devious smile turned into a weak one, something inside Olesya became unsettled. Sherlock had appeared in front of her so suddenly that her heart started to pound hard and fast in her chest. She wasn't scared of Sherlock but seeing him so... compete caught her off guard. When his voice cut through the air between them, her chest grew tight and a lump formed in her throat. Hyde's words were just noise that fueled her anger, however, upon hearing Sherlock's voice, embarrassment and guilt piled on top of her. There was something about his words that she trusted and now her fear of purification had settled in. It wasn't just her fear that had become aroused by seeing and hearing Sherlock. There was a part of her that wanted to help Sherlock get his body back. A part of her wanted to protect him from further damage, further exposure. Perhaps it was just pity, but the strange emotion wouldn't fade.

Olesya opened her mouth but no words came out. She closed her parted lips and took a long moment to memorize the look on Sherlock's face; the way he smiled at her as if she was laying on her death bed; the sad look he gave her, knowing that she was going to lose something she treasured above all else; the way his emerald eyes no longer held the purity that her black ones sparkled with; and the beautiful scars that were etched into his skin, coded memories of his past. The hybrid closed her eyes and took a moment to think. She brought her hands to her face and pressed the palms to her eyes. She was frightened, and she was sure that he could see some sort of fear looming on her face, but she wouldn't back down.

 If Robin Hood was right and she really was going to lose something, would that mean Sherlock wouldn't have to give up his body to Hyde anymore than he had already? Would she lose something in place of Sherlock? But what about what she was telling Hyde? The words she spewed in the heat of the moment? She had told him that she wasn't going to lose anything, and her pride would hold her to her word. 

Olesya placed her hands back to her sides and opened her eyes, "Tell me what I need to do to purify the village." Her voice was soft and weaker than it was when she was talking to Hyde. "What do I need to do to make sure the Humans can live without the burden of the curse?" The dryad looked up to the sky, the sun was falling quicker than she had imagined (I am not really sure what time of day it is...). She didn't even notice that her empty stomach was clawing painfully. Olesya cleared her throat and looked back to Sherlock, "Let purification take my purity, let it take my sanity, I'll even give it my life, however, there is one thing that I won't let it take, and I will make sure that I won't lose this one thing." Olesya balled up her fists and took slow deep breaths, trying to calm herself. She wouldn't lose to Hyde and she would do her best to save the helpless creature in front of her. Though, she questioned her motives. Was her pride speaking for her again or were her words genuine?

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Sorry this is so long, Ru!