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[color=7ea7d8][u][b]Conall Linumbienne[/b][/u]

"Heh."[/color]

So she was feeling it too. Good on the girl to admit it so readily, even if it meant acknowledging she wasn't unshakable. He hadn't known Marsail all that long or all that well, in truth— She was more an acquaintance than anything else.

But, he couldn't deny that he had a pretty good feeling about her character— especially now that her diligence and work-yourself-to-the-bone mentality was confirmed to have not turned her into some calculating superhuman. Having something beneath all that goal-mindedness was crucial in his eyes— the difference between a professional and an automaton was simply that the professional [i]chose[/i] to rein himself in.

[color=7ea7d8]"So then it falls to us to be the cool-headed examples for them to turn to in the meantime,"[/color] he ventured, leaning back in a more loungeful position. [color=7ea7d8]"Sure, it's workin' on everyone, but at least you and I have a leg up—"[/color]

His eyes played across the ampitheatre once more, taking subtle measure of those that had entered at his side.

[color=7ea7d8]"We know the game."[/color]