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[color=gray]Isa could feel someone walking up behind her but she felt that overwhelming anxiety that comes with the decisions one has to make. Turn and see who it is\stay as you are\turn and smile like nothing happened. The last option seemed like the best but for some reason she couldn't bring her body to do the action that she was telling it to do. 

And so she stayed, staring at the floor until a hand pulled her shoulder around, forcing her to look at the person behind her which was the girl from before, Indigo. Isa put a faint smile on her face, the best she could manage.

[b]“I have found that your people are cruel.”[/b] Indigo muttered, not unkindly but matter-of-factly. [b]“Your people are quick to flip their allegiance – lacking loyalty. They will not last long on the field. Take pride.”[/b] 

Isa nodded slowly, tears filling her eyes. Indigo's words wouldn't change what kind of person Isa was and the things she had done. [color=moccasin]"Thank you."[/color] She return, her voice barely a whisper. 

She blinked as she was pulled up suddenly, her tears suddenly drying. She was trying to get loose of Indigo's grip, wriggling about, when she heard the voice of a familiar individual. It was smooth but a bit snippy, sarcasm dripping. Her head shot up to look at Sylvia, one of her superiors and she swallowed, nervous. 

Yes, Sylvia was right. There were always nicer people around, enough nice people as rude. It was a fact of life. She turned to look at Indigo and smiled. [color=moccasin]"Shall we take her up on that offer? It would be useful to get to know each other and we'll have to talk eventually, anyway."[/color] She asked, Indigo, smiling brightly, her eyes slightly red and still wet from the moment before. 
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