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Michael witnessed all the two of the parties involved, as the grappled onto one another in rage. One held up the belief of a man should be judged for their actions than for what their ancestors do, and the other one someone dwelling on what their ancestors also did. Two each having their valid points and bullshits. Two had their extremely simplistic views of the world around them. But most of the flaks from the woman stood him less than his fellow Cruxian. Perhaps he was being a little biased around, but still.

[color=bf00ff]"So do you prefer to be a beast then? Or do you know the difference between beasts and human?"[/color] Michael said just as the tall girl released Archibald. Yeah, Lucia killed one person, one of the friendlies. But does that make her a beast? Every one of the survivors of the charge would very likely have killed one of the Imperial soldiers. Would that make them beasts? The answer to that was nothing of the sort. Nothing of a simple yes or no. 

[color=bf00ff]"Do you mourn those people you've killed?"[/color] He left the two of them a question, and perhaps three if Franz would pay attention, [color=bf00ff]"I'll be with Isaac."[/color] before he walked away from the scene, returning back to Lucia and Isaac, who appeared to have awoken from his slumber. If they had answered that question, then he'd be willing to continue the conversation with them. They could hate him if they wanted. He didn't care.

Once he walked back to Isaac next to the peacefully sleeping Lucia, a man suddenly appeared at the entrance to the trench. A man that far superseded his power and control, but his demeanor was nothing different from an ordinary soldier. He was like Jean, but probably more standing in terms of confidence. But nevertheless his expression was of someone who wasn't here. Who shouldn't be here.

[color=Orange]"Ah, there she is."[/color] The man breathed in relief. It seemed like he was desperately looking for her. [color=orange]"Excuse me lads. Lieutenant Middleton is summoning the presence of Private Lucia Farris."[/color] 

[color=bf00ff][I]'That guy again...'[/I][/color] Michael gritted his teeth silently. His eyes slowly found its way to Lucia. Her chest moved up and down as gently as the wave, and her lips looked soft like cotton, sometimes making a small opening as she breathe out lightly. An angel in pain trying to regain her grace for now. He didn't want to wake her up right now. She was having a well-deserved rest. But still, before him was a Staff Sergeant, a rank higher than him, carrying an order from a 1st Lieutenant, the rank that could order a court martial to him right here right now if he showed any evidence of disobedience to him. 

[color=bf00ff]"One moment, if you don't mind."[/color] He turned to the Staff Sergeant. The man simply nodded his head. Luckily enough, and perhaps a good thing for the squad, is that this man seemed to be a normal human being, with a common sense to work with. 

Michael immediately turned over to Lucia, kneeling right beside her universally small but just as large as his body, his hand gently shook her shoulder. Slowly, her eyes opened. Back to the cruel world of reality.
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Her eyes were as heavy as a sandbag. Around her was still darkness. And then, she could feel again. That metallic smell of blood and mud. That she was still lying in the trenches where she had laid off to sleep just a while ago. She felt something pressuring on her shoulder, as it swayed her torso a little back and forth. Slowly, her eyelid opened like a window blind. Turning her body around, she saw the sapper just before, the one who she was still quite unsure if he was a child or a small man, the one who went through all the trouble to find her a clean empty and quiet trench for her to rest. He was right beside her, his expressions shouted of concern and sympathy.

[color=A9FF7D][b]"W-What is it?"[/b][/color] She meekly and shyly shot him a question

[color=bf00ff]"This Staff Sergeant..."[/color] Michael turned back to the man, silently conveying the question. And the man could understand it as perfectly, as he moved his lips just as gently. [color=bf00ff]"...Baker is asking for you. Lieutenant Middleton wants you right now."[/color]

The name shook her to her core. 

[color=A9FF7D][b]"...No..."[/b][/color]

No...no...no...no. Why would he...She had done her duty already...She didn't want to...didn't want to...

He couldn't see an end in her eyes. They became wet, as it was about to break. 

[color=bf00ff]"We won't be leaving you by yourself. Even if you're not with us."[/color] He had another hand on her shoulder. [color=bf00ff]"We'll still be with you."[/color]

He knew his words could sound empty to someone else, but he had to make sure it does not for her. She was still on the verge of tears, however. It appeared as nothing would be able to stop it. She was going back to Middleton, that ignoble man who had little regards for a human being. He couldn't imagine a single day being with him, let alone for a period of time like Lucia. Nevertheless, he found himself wrapping his arms around her shoulders, even if briefly, as he gave her a hug. 

[color=bf00ff]"Remember that."[/color] 

With that, he let her go. And slowly, Lucia rose up to the Staff Sergeant, who was patiently waiting for her to regain herself. Would she be tormented just like she was at the start of the charge again? Would it be just as cruel, or would it be a living hell for her? But at least she knew she had a pillar now.

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