[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#23D5B7][i][b]Beatrice Decker[/b][/i][/color][/h1][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/OC8uSpPIiNxBK/giphy.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=#23D5B7]Location:[/color][/b] in a TANK
[b][color=#23D5B7]Skills:[/color][/b] None At This Time[/center][hr]	Beatrice nodded at Lola's offer of "condolences." She wasn't sure if there was anything that she could really say. All of her friends were dead - there was no chance that Tiffany had survived the destruction of Newnan. She doubted anyone could've survived that. Once this job ended, she'd likely move on until she found a new group of people that she could trust. The tank was nice and all, but it was constricting as well and prevented her from using her unique skill set. 

	[color=#23D5B7]"This world doesn't care about right and wrong - it never did,"[/color] Beatrice said quietly. She understood Gavin's ranger gusto, his feeling that the good deserved to live and the bad deserved hellfire. But things never were really that way, even before the outbreak. Justice systems were not blind and they were hardly just. There was poverty and hunger, despite there being enough food and resources for everyone. Nothing was ever fair. The universe did as the universe did and nothing would change that. Lady Luck didn't care who you were or what you had done - if the good died and the bad lived, that was just the way things were.

	[color=#23D5B7]"You can fight for justice and righteousness,"[/color] Beatrice conceded, her eyes darting towards Gavin. [color=#23D5B7]"But I'm here for vengeance, pure and simple. I'm not on the side of heaven or hell - and I wouldn't want to be on either."[/color]