[h1][center][b][color=black]Rex[/color][/b][/center][/h1]

Rex himself didn't believe in coincidences. That was a rule his father had drilled into him. No such thing as coincidences, always carry a knife, never screw over your partner, things like that. He nodded, his mind flashing back to when he'd found his brother in that classroom. "Some sick bastard killed my little brother, and all of his classmates," he murmured. "I've always hated people like that." His hands clenched into fists. "I want in. And I want to speak to whoever's in harge about my one condition."

Sheele nodded. "That can be arranged," she said. She adjusted her glasses. "And you, Skye? What do you want?"

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[h1][center][color=red]Akame[/color][/center][/h1]

She watched Tatsumi silently, evaluating him. He had potential. He had been driven by rage, and the need for revenge, but would he still function in real combat? Or would he freeze up? She nudged Leone. "C'mon," she said quietly. "The others are waiting on us." She could see Sheele leaving the mansion, tailed by two more individuals. They weren't a threat.