Kila wasn't sure exactly what she was expecting from Mr. Sayco in response to her comment. Maybe something like "You should be", or "Why not, I'm stronger?" Instead, he just gave a smooth, understanding smile. She hated understanding smiles, because, in her opinion, the person giving them, never really understood. They came across to her as pointless, and a waste of time. However, this time, something told he he really did understand. Something told her he'd taken her threat to heart, and really had no doubt in his mind that she'd do what had to be done if he betrayed them. That she wasn't afraid.
"Kila," He said, and she was surprised he knew her name, but happy he hadn't used her real name. It meant that he didn't know everything about her. That she still had secrets. "I would never expect you to fear me. In fact I expected you to be the one to strike fear in the others." He said with a smirk “Come in?”
She too, smirked at his comment. "Damn straight." She responded, but hesitated on his invitation in. She wasn't sure there was anything else she wanted to say to the man. She couldn't come up with anything. Sure, she had questions, but Kila had never been gifted with words. At least not in regular conversation. She could talk her way out of, or into a situation with ease, but when having a genuine conversation, she was at a complete loss for words. She very rarely had genuine conversations with anyone other than Dante.
She was about to decline when another man entered the room with Sayco and asked him a long string of questions. All very good questions. She leaned against the door-frame, not taking a seat, but not leaving either, and watched the man and Sayco, not only listening to their voices, but observing their expressions, reading their body language.
“Joshua, Kila," Sayco nodded to each of them. "The reason I have chosen who I have whether or not your powers are fully developed is the fact that you all have passion, anger, love and a drive. Older Actives are set in there way, they will not easily bend and there are very few older active left in this world. What you see her at Sayco manor all of the Mentors, they are really the only ones of their generation left.” She watched him take a drag from his cigar and her small hands briefly balled into fists as that itching for a cigarette returned to her. “Why would they fight, for something they feel they have already lost long ago? You guys are young, you have your whole lives ahead of you to be free.” With this, her eyes returned to Sayco's eyes, then moved slowly down his face before roaming back up. He seemed do passionate. So genuine. It felt like sitting in front of your grandpa while he told you old war stories with so much color and vigor, you had no doubt in your mind that they were true, if not from his words, then by the sound of his voice or the look in his eyes. “You all deserve life, families, freedom.” He glanced at her briefly, before glancing back to Joshua “And, this army of kids achieve anything, if and only if, they want it bad enough.” After that, Mr. Sayco went silent.
Kila looked at the man. "I think you're forgetting that most of these 'kids', are not really kids." She told him, not speaking rudely, but truthfully. "Like you said, most of them have spent their lives hiding. Including myself. We've all had hard lives and it's made us mature." She looked at Joshua. "They're not a group of innocent children. They're young, but they have skills that most adults don't even have." She let her eyes roam the man's face. She was nineteen, turning twenty in no less than three days. This man couldn't be that much older than herself. She looked back at Sayco, wanting to say a million things, but not coming up with anything.
"What are your powers?" Was what came out. God only knew why. "If you get to observe and know ours, I'd like to know yours." She said, standing up straight, watching him. Again, she refused to let anyone put her at a disadvantage.
Suddenly, the tune of the music changed. No longer, was it dark and angry, but instead, it became light, and openly friendly. His brows knit slightly as he watched her. Her face had lost it's vigor and determination, and it was evident that she was no longer playing from her heart, but instead, playing to please him, her audience.
She gestured that it was okay for him to enter, so he did, stepping into the room, he leaned against a wall close to the piano and watched her play for a moment more. Her music was lovely, he'd never met anyone so musically skilled. Kila could be artistic if you let her, but she never got many opportunities, and that was different.
Music struck you in an entirely different way than art.
"I liked your other song better." He said, gesturing to the piano. "It felt real and emotional." He smiled slightly, wondering if she'd be surprised at that he knew she wasn't playing from her heart anymore. He had always been good at reading people. It was one of his greatest skills, and probably the only reason he was able to tolerate Kila. Because he could read even the most guarded people.
He wanted to ask the dark-haired stranger what it was that was bothering her, and making her music so dark and disturbing, but he felt like that was too evasive. He wasn't like Kila. He wouldn't pry into her business if she didn't want him to. So, instead, he just waited for her to respond.