solitude { victor }

[VICTOR BRENTON]

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[AMAYA SAGA]

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[rs=2]	Despite her somewhat shocked reaction to the entrance of the rebellion's leader, she managed to stand up and salute with the majority of the crowd, lagging only a little for all her nerves. For that she was grateful, though the curious looks that followed didn't help at all. In fact, it was all she could do to sit and look brave instead of melting into the floor like she so dearly wanted. Luckily General Brenton began his tirade before she got too uncomfortable, and most of the gazes went to him. Listening to his words carefully, as they were the one distraction in the room of eyes, Amaya felt a pang of sympathy run through her, laced ever so slightly with guilt. Though she had agreed to come and not to speak, she couldn't help but feel sorry for the general. No matter how hard a person was, an experience mirroring what they had gone through was too much to explain by oneself. Too bad she was too much of a coward to help him out. The collars that clattered dully on the table shook her from her thoughts with their grotesque, bloodstained undersides and shining silver surfaces. One rolled right in front of her, and automatically she stopped it with a finger to keep it from going off the table. Her black gaze studied it in an almost detached way for the briefest moment, rolling it gently back and forth on the wooden tabletop, as he finished speaking. Then, and only then, she tilted her chin to glance up at the general's face, wondering if she might be able to read the expression there - her dark eyes searching his red ones to, oddly enough, make sure he was okay. She was handling it alright, sure, but she wasn't the one talking, was she? It was silly, but somehow she felt she had to make sure he wasn't too shaken up. He was the only other one in that entire room who understood exactly what had happened there, and the only other one that had experienced the full force of it there with her. That made them a team, in a sort of disjointed awkward way. Or so she figured.
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