Snippet #1959306

Caddie shrugged her shoulders, unsure what to make of what the young woman had said to her.
"I don't not have hope." she responded after a moment.
"I think I just hope for smaller things than you maybe? Like not having to kill rats...or...or getting to see some more doves through the corridor skylight...that'd be good..." she mused, though was snapped out of her reverie as more fighting broke out, culminating in a really awful noise, something that caused her to yelp and clasp her hands over her head. The surprise caused her psychokinesis to flare up, cracks snaking along the floor in a small radius around her and pushed up dust and debris before she reigned it it again.

"You...you really should not b-be doing that..." she warned. Hurting a guard was, in general, a horrible idea. It just made the guards as a whole begin to resent you. She managed to get a comparatively easy time by being pliable and non-aggressive.

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Lyda meanwhile was returning to her posts with a cup of coffee, when she heard the commotion. The guard gave a sigh and hurried over to the interaction room, rushing inside to try and work out what the situation was. Things invariably turned ugly there. She didn't know for the life og her why they continued with it considering how many guards ended up injured as a result.