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[center][h1][color=D9E0F9]Tiffany Lyle[/color][/h1]
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Location: Outer Wall[/center]
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Tiffany could understand where Kris was coming from. She didn't like losing people either. She never did. She would often cling to people since she lost her parents. Now, she was...mature? Was that the word? She hated losing people, would mourn and cry at their loss, but it was something inside of her that told her to move on quicker nowadays.

It made her slightly sick.

However, she was also hungry, and lunch sounded good. [color=D9E0F9]"Yes, lunch sounds great."[/color] Tiffany wouldn't acknowledge making Miss Sally's grave. Not yet.

She stood up and walked with Kristina to the Mess Hall. As she walked, Tiffany heard a voice she didn't expect to hear from in a while. [color=23d5b7]"You really think you belong here? Come on, we have always been a bit on the outside. Not as much as Dick was but still. Really think you will ever be fully accepted here?"[/color]

Now she was hearing voices? That was troubling. Was Beatrice dead? She shuddered a bit. But the voice had a ring of truth to it. [i]Was[/i] she accepted here? She thought she was, but maybe they were just tolerating her? She instantly felt sad, as if all the sadness she was holding back was now coming forward. She could feel the sting of tears coming, but no she would not let them fall.