[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 had to disagree with Gavin. If someone died in her arms, and she didn't know them previously before their death, they remained a stranger. The fact that she happened to be there during their final moments was the luck of the draw. She had spent a fair amount of time on the streets of Justice. People were killed all the time - sometimes on purpose, sometimes almost entirely randomly in her opinion. And even if she watched the light go out of their eyes, she didn't know them. She only knew the corpse, the shell of who they once were. It was like the walkers - even if she put one down, she didn't know the person they once were. It was all just echoes, mimicking life, at that point. 

	[color=#23D5B7]"Is that an expression or do you still believe there's a god, after all this?"[/color] Beatrice asked. It wasn't her belittling him - she was genuinely curious. She had never been a religious person herself. She wouldn't even say she qualified as spiritual. But if even with the living hell that the planet had turned into, someone could keep their faith - that was impressive. It took strength. Of course, she wasn't focusing completely on Gavin - part of her was trying to tune out Lola's screeching. With the sound amplified inside the tank, she was 87% certain that she'd have a headache before they hit Eden. It was like being stuck with one of the weird kids in a foster home, but knowing it was just a bit too soon to ditch the place and run off again. 

	[color=#23D5B7]"Sounds like a plan, Master Blaster,"[/color] Beatrice replied curtly, mostly glad that the singing seemed to have stopped for the moment. She was insane, but she had heart. Beatrice could appreciate that. She then glanced over at Gavin, noticing how he was picking at his knuckles. Those scabs didn't form from giving a walker a beating - not that anyone these days would. It was risky. If there was anything she respected about Gavin, it was that he stuck to his guns. He didn't sway from his moral compass. 

	[color=#23D5B7]"Guess that makes you Mad Max, cowboy."[/color]