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Saphira noticed Vivianna approaching and she searched her head for a name, but could not put her finger on it. "Alright, I'll be there" she told Vivianna politely. "Come on Darka" the wolf gave Alex one last look before following Saphira through the now awake crowd of mutants. She stood in the crowd of mutants. Alert and tense. "Are you nervous Saphira?" the black wolf asked curiously. Saphira looked up at her and pushed a lock of stray hair away from her face. "I suppose so, I'm sure everyone is. It's not like we escaped the last institute just to go back to another one" she commented. "Dr Mcintosh won't be there if that's what your worried about Saphira. He's dead and we both know that for certain because we are the ones who finished him off." Darka told her firmly.

Saphira nodded, but said nothing because she suddenly felt shy about talking out loud near so many people. She listened intently to the conversations that floated around her. "Focus on what the plan is Saphira, not on everybody else" Darka scolded in her head. The small black wolf stood relaxed and proud beside Saphira and Saphira drew confidence from her familiar. Slowly Saphira reached up and untied her hair again because little black strings were had fallen out. She tied it back in a messy bun this time. "Stop fidgeting Saphira" Darka scolded again. "Quit telling me off Darka" Saphira told her rather loudly. Flushing she looked down and scruffed her bare feet on the ground and used her hands to dust off her tattered pants.

Darka flicked her tail indigently and sat down. "You worry to much Saphira and you are reading into this to much. The more negatively you think this will turn out, the more likely it will be bad. If you think positively about it then you raise the chances of it turning out good." Saphira shrugged. "I suppose you're right"