Drizella sat at Roni's bar, a half empty glass of bourbon in her hand, too lost in her thoughts to notice Facilier was long gone. He had made her an offer, one she had been tempted to accept - so desperate to survive, even if it meant killing her own sister. And yet she had refused it, her smirk growing as she noticed the shocked look on his face as she basically threw away the 'perfect' deal.

It was funny really, in that twisted way fate seemed to mock her. She had been more then ready to kill Anastasia only a couple of days ago, so set on revenge she never took a second to doubt what she was doing. And then her mother sacrificed herself to save her, apologizing for all the awful things she had done.

And in that moment Drizella realised she didn't have anyone else to blame for all the terrible things she had done.

After all she had been the one to cast the curse, destroying everyone else's happiness in order to catch at least a glimpse of her own. It pained her to admit that, more then anything she would have ever imagined.

Taking a deep breath, Drizella looked upwards, tears in her eyes threatening to fall at any moment. She bit the inside of her cheek, a bad habit she had picked up a long time ago. She realised that maybe she deserved death, maybe this person that attacked her only hours ago was right and she should stop fooling herself. The thought only remained in her mind for a couple of moments, long enough for a tear to fall down her pale face.

Glancing around the almost full bar Drizella took a long gulp of her drink, closing her eyes for a few seconds. She knew what she had to do if she wanted to make things right. And while she could never take all those terrible things back, she could sure as hell save her sister.

Even if it meant walking into an almost certain death.