[hr][center][h1][color=crimson]Iseabal MacGilios[/color][/h1]With less-payed Guest Star [@Ellion][hr][url=https://youtu.be/H3c2w3mk0uM]Isbells - "Maybe"[/url][hr][/center]

With wide eyes, the Renaissance kept her body pressed against the back of the wooden chair, her hands having folded together against her chest as the situation had escalated. Turning her head to the toppled table, Isabel gazed down at the shattered porcelain cup that was strewn across the floor, her brow only furrowing further as she glanced back toward the towering Spartan who had seemed to be filled with an immeasurable rage just seconds prior, yet was suddenly speaking as if nothing wrong had occurred.

Taking a deep breath, Isabel closed her eyes, tilting her head forward as she continued to let the cool air ease in and out of her lungs. Finally she lifted her head, looking up to Theodore with a disappointed glare which pierced through the slim space separating the two nearly-weds. Almost in defiance of her delicate demeanor, Isabel shot up from her seat with a huff, taking a step forward to close the already brief gap, leaving the only distance in the immense height difference between the two faces.

[color=crimson]"Your spontaneity may get you whatever you wish with the Vanguard, [i]sir Spartan[/i], but your childish antics of shouting and throwing objects to justify your cause only [i]irritates[/i] me,"[/color] though her voice shook with anger, Isabel kept a restraint in her composure, keeping her cold eyes fixed upon Theo as she continued. [color=crimson]"Perhaps it would be best that I would act on a similar level to you, battling to see who's voice is the loudest, making sure that I get my point across to you despite having already made myself perfectly clear. Don't belittle me as if I wouldn't know what it is like to [i]kill[/i] someone you care for, as if I could never understand what such a thing could do to me! You act as if I've never lost [i]anyone[/i] dear to me! Take a gander at the whole of our quaint little colony, and tell me that you know [i]anyone[/i] here who is content with their life. I see in the Overseers the same as you do, and I have the marks to enforce my [i]disgust[/i]!"[/color]

As she continued throughout her speech, Isabel's eyes began to fill with tears, and her voice cracked, until finally her vision blurred and she felt herself fall backward. Declan started moving towards Isabel before she started falling. Well-practiced hands caught her lightly around the waist and shifted her, lifting her slight frame into a 'bridal' style carry and set her lightly on her abandoned chair.

[color=f4a460]"Well, this has been quite productive,"[/color] he said with a smile - one far too happy for the situation. His hand navigated to her shoulder, holding Isabel still until her eyes flickered and opened. Glancing about in confusion, nearly that of a trance, Isabel slowly shifted her body until she sat upright, lifting a hand to touch at her temple as she slowly came back to her senses.

[color=crimson]"I... I have to apologize... I'll try and keep the rest of our discussion as civil as I can muster,"[/color] with calm, quiet words, Isabel kept her eyes locked upon the floor, glancing at the boots of Theodore as she spoke. [color=crimson]"I... Must agree with you. It would be best that we find out what the Overseers want of us, before we decide what to do with them. Using the Sheriff would be our best course of action - they have no bias against him, and he's almost always looked upon in favorable terms. I will trust you on this."[/color] Gracing her fingers to touch at Declan's hand, Isabel slowly lifted her head until her eyes met Theo's, a deep sorrow still stuck within her own gaze which couldn't be covered with the mask she wore.