Car 14|Railway To Hell|9:03
The comotion on the train was... annoying, for lack of a better word. No one would be able to tell from the passive expression on Lucretia's face though. She had fought down her small blush and was staring down at Bellamy's hand in hers. This was a war, a fact no one really seemed to realize except for Bellamy, Lucretia, and grim-faced Miss Straetus. Yes, Lucretia knew all about the Headman's Pride and her hatred of the Fae. It was true. In society, most saw the Blessed as nothing more than vermin. That was one evil Lucretia was sure Bellamy would rid the world of.
Lucretia was silent as she listened to the mechanical hum of the train, mixing with the natural thrum of the hearts of those around her. The quickened heartbeat of a small girl barely approaching thirteen, her fear as clear as the seat across from her. A young boy, his heartbeat strong and pure, unweighed by the horror of war. Most of the hearts beat steadily, fearful yet prepared for the war to come. A sudden hunger overcame her and Lucretia blocked out the sound. She dearly hoped that the Blessed wouldn't be forced to show off their magic. It was dangerous for them.
The only beat left was Bellamy's. Bellamy, the one person in the corrupted world that she couldn't hurt for more reasons that one. Heer fingers found their way to her mouth and she knawed on the quietly. It was a terrible habit to be sure, but it calmed her in a way.