Blaze started talking, knowing they all had to know each others story to know them better. At least the new girl.

You are going to be ok, sweetheart... 

Ha, ironic.

-I needed a heart transplant.

After a moment, he spoke again.

-As you can see, it failed. It's not much of a story, more of a tragedy or misfortune. My mother had died before anyways, and my father started getting friendly with some bottles over my death. Daradarada- nothing else. Just a day of TV saying how I could be saved and thousands of companies trying to seem humble by donating to people like me. I guess whatever happens, the movement starts after the problem happened. 

He seemed frustrated. He wanted to do something, but what? How? Why?

Blaze's eyes concentrated on Lavender and her hair clip.

-Oh, I have this one.

He showed her his hand, an orange glowing ring on his 4th finger.

-This is my Soul Shelter, and I suppose that- He pointed at Lavender's right side of hair and her hair clip- is yours.

Lavender quickly took her hand to her head and tried to make it vanish, weirdly enough, that was the only thing that didn't seem to be possible in this dreadful world.

-Come on, - Clover said and winked an eye, making it seem like a truth or dare game- it's your time to speak.

Lavender seemed offended.

-You won't... want to listen to it.

-We are talking about our own deaths- Blaze snapped - Not like much can surprise us.

Lavender sighed and relaxed her hand

-I guess here we go...