Alvios had been almost irritatingly quiet since the video had ended, not even rising from his seat. Initially, he had intended to hold his opinion and thoughts until once it had ended, already considering how to diffuse the undeniable tension that would rise after seeing Ada's... [i]chambers.[/i]

     And then he saw Melina.

     The arguments that began had become mostly background noise. He was lost in his own head now. [i][color=mediumorchid]My fault. My fault. Everything that happened. My fault. Home. Cilia. The Swarm. Ada.

     My fault.[/color][/i]

     It wasn't until Bruce had started reasoning with Luke that Alvios pulled himself away from his self-torment. He was prepared to do exactly what Jenso and Luke wanted to do; forgo this preparation and stop them immediately. Alvios stood up suddenly, drawing his blade.

     [color=mediumorchid]"Bruce is right. They do know [i]what[/i] we are. We're a list of pawns, all connected to Jenso. And they play with us as such, forcing us into rage and despair, just to influence Jenso into a position where they either get to keep him or kill him. But they don't know [i]who[/i] we are, or what we will become by the time we fight them."[/color]

     Alvios looked to Luke first, then to Jenso. His face was pale from containing how he felt, but his face was set in determination. [color=mediumorchid]"Neither of you get to make the decision on when we go and attack them. We all have personal stakes in this, and we'll only win prepared and together. If anyone leaves to try and fight them alone, then they aren't being a hero. They're being a traitor."[/color]