Snippet #768554

Nym watched as Baellys attacked the guards that hauled him in. She was kinda happy that someone got hit, but she doubted that he'd be left alone after this. He was still full of energy by the looks of things as he still held all formalities and such. If she had brought herself to speak, she wasn't sure if she could keep up formalities. Her thoughts on this subject were rejected as heavier footsteps than others rung through the warehouse. Her gaze wandered to the source of the noise, finding disgust in the man responsible. He cast his cold, amused, gaze upon each and every one of them. It chilled her as he looked over her, unable to meet his stare, instead having to look down to the ground for a few momentrs.

She ignored Taleth's comment about soldiering up. How was she supposed to be a soldier when she was stuck here? Chained down like an animal. She was handling this perfectly well in her own mind - she could've been much worse. She did manage to pull her gaze up from the floor as Taleth mentioned something about one of them being a traitor. Would one of the SOOC do that? Was there really such corruption even in the peacekeeping society? She thought that this had been one of the best places to come if she was going to help the effort to end the organized crime. She'd been told that these people would be like family - and she knew for sure that family would not sell eachother out.

Her gaze wandered to the others that were supposed to be like family, who would do that? She couldn't imagine anyone here doing that, which made it all the more unbelievable that there would be a traitor among them.