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Vivio wasn't in the best of moods.

That was probably an understatement right there - she was downright crappy. After her argument with Sherry, Vivio had retreated into the Sensoriums, mostly to work out her frustrations the best way she could - by training.

Bringing up a training room and setting herself up for practice, Vivio began by striking a punching bag, fists and feet flying as blow after blow connected. She could feel herself slow just a bit - Sherry's punch still stung. But, it was probably worse than that.

It's just that you're so stupid sometimes I can't stand to be around you!

Sherry hated her for a reason more than just being there. Vivio's reaction to that proved it, but she couldn't understand way.

Stupid...? Vivio mused to herself. H-How am I stupid? What have I done to make her think that?

As Sherry continued on, the words kept ringing through her head, kept calling her "stupid". Her face contorted in rage before, briefly, she took up her adult form and struck the bag hard enough to knock it off its chain before returning to normal.

"I'm not stupid! I'm not! You're the one who's stupid! You always will be!" Vivio shouted to no one in particular before slumping to her knees, sniffling as she did.

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Vivio grunted as she took advantage of one break to press the attack back at him.

"Because I don't want them to be alone! I know how it is to be that way and I don't want them to be hurt, too!"

"And you think," block, block, sweep, "that everything will be right as rain if you keep hammering at it, and hammering at it they'll give in? It doesn't work for everyone, and certainly not for the girl you want to call as a friend!"

"People are growing, evolving, changing. They can't accept something so they move on, it goes with friendships." Ed cocked his metal arm and it swung at her stomach to try and drive her backwards. "They get mad, they yell, they tell each other that there isn't anything that they want to do with the other. And yet, people keep going on. Why? We're flawed, we're horrible to each other, and yet we're the most social creatures on the planet!"

And with that, Ed swung his foot so that he could try and catch her and trip her up.

"I can't... I won't accept that!" Vivio shouted back. "We're in this together. No matter what! And... and I refuse to let her go at it alone! She needs to learn! She needs to listen! She isn't important! She isn't special and I'll do anything it takes to get her to see that! I refuse to see her suffer because someone decided to abandon her!"

As she ranted, Vivio was caught off guard by the leg sweep, knocking her off her feet. "WHOOP!"

Ed moved immediately to catch the smaller girl in his arms when she fell for the sweep. "And that..." He finished in a softer voice, "And that is why you feel so angry right now. You think you're right. She believes she's right and together you can't compromise on the subject because you two are literally night and day."

"Like me and Al. We're brothers, but we'd fight like this, and even if I was older, I never won. Even if you can't come to blows like this, this is the lesson that I'm giving you right now: People aren't going to want to listen to reason, and even if you feel like giving up on them is abandoning, sometimes it's the right thing to do, especially in a closed space like this. Because in the end, she will have to decide for herself if she ever wants to join the new kid-squad, considering all of her older friends are gone now."

He sighed. "You okay? I didn't hit too hard did I?"

"I'm... I'm fine." Vivio said, getting up to her feet. Did she feel better? No, not really. She was still a bit worked up after it was all done and she still felt a bit bad, but... at least things were starting to come to.

"No you're not," replied Ed with a chuckle as he helped her to a chair. Dang she hit hard for a kid. He wondered what would have happened if they had fought for real. "But you'll feel better later I swear. It just takes time for you to adjust to admitting everything."

"Really who raised you like this?" inquired Ed curiously as he got a couple of bottles of water for them. "Most kids aren't so single-mindedly determined to make friends."

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