[That hit uncomfortably close to home. She had friends too, once. They would spend time together, laugh, and tell stories of each others day. One of them was also really close. When she left... she would be missed. Did she put her friend through what Lea went through? Was there orders to bring her back or kill her? She never would imagine what her desertion did beyond inconvenience people. Would she have to one day fight her former allies; her family?]
[It was too grim a thought for her to dwell on. In the end, it wouldn't even matter. She couldn't come back. She knew this. The world was far too big to be held underground. And there was more love in the hearts of the people on the surface. She would persuade. She would fight. She would die, even. But she would never, ever go back.]
...you are a terrible Organization member. [She said without a hint of malice. There's a pause, and her tone becomes much softer and warm.] ...and a very good friend.
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[It was too grim a thought for her to dwell on. In the end, it wouldn't even matter. She couldn't come back. She knew this. The world was far too big to be held underground. And there was more love in the hearts of the people on the surface. She would persuade. She would fight. She would die, even. But she would never, ever go back.]
...you are a terrible Organization member. [She said without a hint of malice. There's a pause, and her tone becomes much softer and warm.] ...and a very good friend.