[b][center]Safe Room[/center][/b]

	Silvias eyed widened slightly as he yelled, part of what he said was true but he was missing her point but that wasn’t what shocked her. Slowly she lowered herself herself and started pacing back and forth around the room. She seemed to calm down instantly, her paces slow and thoughtful; glancing over to him from time to time before she started laughing and looked over to him. “It seems both of us are so used to fighting alone neither of us can see that we’re fighting together without even knowing it,” she said as she continued to move around the room. “Or that there are more enemies out there than just the GTC.”

	Stopping she took a deep breath and looked over to him. “I did read the file Karras. All of it. The thing is the file is lacking. I have no doubt that complaints were made but the thing is, they never even made it to the Tower, to Tristan for him to erase. Everything goes through security first, then him,” she said and she was right. The Tower had never once received anything against the GTC from the Brax’Na. All the complaints, all the problems to be reported, everything had been stopped inside the Brax’Na Village itself. Karras may have written up report after report but it never left his own village. Stopped and hidden long before they were even set to leave the Village. The only complaints that had reached the tower were ones Gwen filed for the workers of the mine. None of those were from Karras or the village itself. “Someone in your village must be blocking the communications,” she said as she stopped in her tracks.

	“That and we had a bounty brought in last night, someone selling technology to your people,” she said as she remembered the report she got before she left the tower from Craig about the bounty that Srath had brought in. Sighing she took a breath and walked back over to him. “I’m sorry. I should have known better than to say that and insult you. It was wrong. And no, my loss doesn’t make my voice better heard, in fact with the GTC is makes it less heard,” she said as she turned around and started creating a part in her hair to reveal a large scar that ran from the top of her head and down to the base of her skull. 

“They don’t even listen to a teen screaming as they cut into her skull so they can see what makes her tick,” she says in a low voice as she lowered her head. The scar was thick and mangled. “They wanted to see how strong I was, how much pain I could take and if I could heal on my own, along with god only knows what else. For all I know they did it for grins and giggles,” she said as she dropped her hand and her hair fell back into place to cover it.  “Three years I was locked in a room, all because I was a talent, because I was different. Strapped to a table as they would carved into me, cut through the bone of my skull all the way. They wouldn’t even bother to set up a pain block, no. They had to see if I could survive it. If I could heal myself without the aid of a crystal. For a long time I became numb to it, thinking all talents went through that. That it was this that broke the Singers,” she said, her voice trembling as she thought back to it.

“Then when they were finally done, I returned to my class mates. None of them had gone through it, thank god. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone. God, not even Tristan,” she added before turning back around and lifting her head to face him. “No, my pain hasn’t been greater than anyone elses, nor my loss. But I have felt their cruelty first hand. I just don’t want anyone else to hurt like that. I want to do this alone, so if I fail it is on me. Not my staff, not my brother, not your people,” she said as she paused for a moment. “Not you. Everyone has suffered enough. I know I can’t, I do listen even though it may seem like I don’t. I do see what people do to help. It is part of what pushes me to keep going to try to stop all this.” 

“Like Srath and Craig risking everything to get your people supplies. Like Ailen stopping the collapse to save workers in the docks. Like Gwen where she could be safely in a Tower down in the mines risking her sanity to make sure your people stay as safe as she can make them,” she said before taking a pause as her back was to him; turning around to face him. “And I see your heroism, I do. Why do you think the first words out of my mouth when you saved me where [i]Thank you?[/i]” she said before going quiet and leaning back against the wall, sliding down it to sit on the ground as she pulled her knees to her chest as she tilted her head back and looked up at the ceiling. Not bothering to mention that he had only laughed at her when he did and never once returned the thanks for her risking her life for him. 


[b][center] The Mor[/center][/b]

Gwen looked over towards Ailen and sighed. “I wish I knew what they had been up to. Something in me tells me that they aren’t working with Tristan though. Like you said, they could have done something to help release him. But they had to be up to something. What that is, your guess is as good as mine,” she said as she ran her fingers through her hair to push it out of her face. “And for some reason I don’t think they were involved with the mine either. That it happening just gave them a moment to do something else but what that something else is eludes me. I wish I knew Ailen, I wish I knew.”

	Marx listened as he stared out of the window, watching the storm. It was beginning to break thankfully. Hopefully soon he could head back out to the mine with the others and get Silvia and Jun’Krama out. The waiting was the hardest part. He had dealt with cave-ins before, they were never easy but he had never seen one to this scale. Even the smaller ones took hours to get through to rescue anyone that may have been left inside. This one was a complete loss. How they were going to get to them in time he had no idea. All he could hope was that some miracle would get them out.