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Sable was quite unceremoniously shoved into a building, and for the moment was quite content to stay there while the rather- she had to admit- less-than-pleasant Mika went to confront the pursuing Citrine.

This, she could not claim to be entirely comfortable with, and she was quite honestly contemplating overcoming her instinct for safety and trying to put a stop to whatever was about to happen when the selfsame woman's voice entered her consciousness. Rather than reflecting the hard look she had seen in her friend's eyes before, the tone was much closer to what Sable was accustomed to, and the words assuaged her fear significantly. Citrine wasn't unreasonable, at least not until she was truly upset, and Sable had only ever seen that happen once.

She was also strong, and though the dark girl could not say she knew enough to stack that strength against what she had seen of Mika, she was almost certain that Citrine would have the advantage. Whether this was out of blind faith for someone who had cared for her- and who she considered a good friend also- or from some more solid rationale, she could not say.

The room she was in was too dark for her to see much of anything at present, and so Sable sat against a wall, curling her arms about her knees, which she had drawn to her chest. Resting her head on them, Sable closed her eyes, though she was not intent upon sleep, or even rest. Rather, she understood that she had several decisions to make, and a good number of implications to sort through before this would be possible. Of one thing she was certain: she would never do anything to hurt Citrine or Vermillion. But what about LIMIT? The organization had given her her engine, but it had also kept her imprisoned for a number of years. Now that she was outside again, Sable did not know if she would be able to recommit to captivity, not that her present state was much better.

So what do I do?