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[b]~Fort Daelantine~[/b]

There was a brief moment during which it seemed the atmosphere in the fort had finally shifted to a more positive and cordial one. It was but a fleeting moment, the eye of the storm before a whirlwind of ill-intent and anger began to once more permeate the group of Knights. Amy was standing just slightly behind Fanilly, doing as Serenity suggested as remaining by the captain's side in case her magic could help protect the girl. Despite their physical proximity, it was hard to feel like she was in a situation she could control: the reactions of everyone to the information provided by the mercenary group's leader made them anxious at best, and furious at worst. On the other hand, Amy didn't even know what they were talking about: she had a vague idea of a notorious mercenary gang, but she didn't have any strong emotions regarding them or what they did.

Of course, if they were truly responsible for this massacre, then that would soon be replaced a deep, simmering hatred for the group that would plant the seeds of resentment in even the most innocently minded. 

Despite all of this, Amy was still an island of ambivalence in a sea of strong emotions. At least she was happy that the mercenaries she was, and still is, worried about agreed to search together. It would put her mind at ease, as all their members gave off the vibes of people that she didn't want to have to fight: an observation she didn't need her powers to make. She was hardly a fighter and opposed violence, so she hated the idea of having to get tangled up in a fight where she was so exposed. For now at least, it seemed like she could just focus on supporting her allies, especially as the ambivalence of the knights shifted from the group ahead of them towards the Golden Boars.

And that all lasted about a minute before Tyaethe explained the origins and powers of the item they were searching for, and... that she wouldn't let the mercenaries take it away. The knot in her stomach immediately tightened and Amy let out a frustrated grunt as she shook her head. [i][color=f49ac2]"Of course..."[/color][/i] She was annoyed. Annoyed at herself and her naivety and the situation that was slowly unfolding. There was no clear allegiance, not between the groups, and not amongst their members. Between familiarity and hostility, she could barely make sense of the situation anymore and it was starting to really nag her. It was a mix of the nauseous feeling from the massacre, the anxiety of thinking about a possible fight and last but not least the self-loathing of not contributing anything that made her more annoyed than anything. Her fingers slowly curled into a fist, and she felt the fire burn in her chest as she took a deep breath without even realizing it. 

[color=f49ac2][b]"How about we just all focus on finding this... [i]shard[/i], and not touching it??"[/b][/color] Amy cried out as she took half a step forward, her frustrated voice cracking towards the end of the sentence.

She didn't mean to, her body acted without thinking. But she meant it too, her frustration finally bubbling to the surface after standing around for minutes now in an awkward face-off. Her normally pale face was flushed red, and she turned to face Tyaethe for a moment before turning back towards Alette.

[color=f49ac2]"I know everyone here is ready to spill blood, but look around us! Look at the bodies!"[/color] Amy motioned with her hands around the inside of the fort at all the dead bodies and pools of bloody mud. She had worked herself up, the threat of violence finally giving her the confidence to speak up. This might've been her first mission, but she felt like she had a duty to do her best to keep people safe, even if she might get scolded later for speaking out of line. [color=f49ac2]"For all the emnity the name Golden Boars carries around, everyone sure is ready to repeat the massacre... at this rate we won't need any magical artifact to turn us against each other! Mayon graces us with her light, let's not commit to bloodshed under it..."[/color] With a pouty face she held her gaze on Alette for a few more seconds before her confidence began to run dry. Like a balloon deflating at a rapid rate, she'd shirk from sight to behind Fanilly, already starting to regret her outburst. [i][color=f49ac2]"S-sorry captain..."[/color][/i] She whispered quietly, clutching her flute to her chest once more. She just hoped she didn't do any more damage with her emotional flare-up.