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Quimbry let out an annoyed sigh. Under normal circumstances, she wouldn't even consider responding. This time, however, she had no choice but to give up and just answer.

"Whatever," She muttered in an almost embarrassed voice, still refusing to look in Nick's direction, "I don't care. I'll take whatever." She wasn't a very picky person, but that didn't change the fact that asking was a big deal. The company wouldn't approve of it either, they'd rather that their employees die honorably resisting than accepting the offers of the enemy. Then again, they weren't too fond of getting captured either. Regardless, Quimbry had done both in the course of day. At least she thought that it was still the same day, she couldn't really be sure how long she'd been knocked out for.

Just imagining the reaction of everyone at Sanctity, Quimbry found herself with nothing to say. She couldn't come up with a witty remark, hell, she couldn't even think up a response that he wouldn't be able to pick apart in a matter of seconds. There was silence, or there was until Quimbry began to speak yet again. This time, however, something was different.

"There's no point you know," She whispered. Her voice could barely be heard over the creaking of the chair she was in, "Even if I wanted to tell you anything, I couldn't. So, what does it matter if I want to starve myself?"