<table style="width: 400px; padding: 10px;"><tr><td><font style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px;"><div style="text-align: justify;">( i suck. ;; -offers a metal bat to be beaten with.- )
  Gemini wasn't too sure how she would describe empathy. It was a strange sort of skill to have, often a burden when she wanted to fling herself to other ranges of emotion. Most of the time it kept her stoic, but sometimes she found herself puzzled over the feelings that were so vibrantly on the air. Empathy, in itself was something that was hard to block out. <b style="color: #269546;">"Empathy is... well, I guess you could say that I have an extreme way of understand people, through emotion. It's hard to explain, I'm not sure that I understand it fully."</b> she said, her bottlebrush tail swishing against the ground in as she thought.
  <b style="color: #269546;">"I guess I can't really give a good explain, hah."</b> she said, smiling in a sad way. Her eyes had left him, and the group that they had been observing and had settle on the ground, but she corrected her gaze back to him after a second or two. <b style="color: #269546;">"One of these days I'll probably understand it."</b> Gemini added, this thing smiling on a better note. As for the group, they were back to chattering loudly compared to Matt and herself, their laughter floating gently against the air.
  But she still had a bad feeling.</div></font></td></tr></table>