Jacinta nodded in agreement to the young man in the tattoo mask. "[color=00aeef]Why are [i]we[/i] here though[/color]?" she asks softly, "[color=00aeef]Why us of all people[/color]?" she looked at her surroundings. Admittedly the field she was sitting in was exquisite, long lush green grass sproat from the dirt covering the meadow like a blanket. The sky was a beautiful light blue accompanied by fluffy white clouds. She, shakily, pulls herself, looking at the beautiful forest that loomed in the distance, almost feeling a connection to it, somehow.