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Jason frowned, shaking his head lightly. If he was going to be honest with himself, most of this was beyond him. It didn't really make sense to him, especially when all official statements claimed something about a virus or genetics or whatever that junk was was the source of the Parahuman abilities.

But he did recognize and understand that Broker was dangerous. Very dangerous. Directly controlling the source of their abilities, playing with effects as he pleased.... Disabling [I]brains[/I] by his own admission.

There was some conflict brewing between the others, and Jason's initial instinct was to step into it before he remembered he still had a hand on Sofia. Idly he considered his options before deciding to stay with the girl. Watching herself die and then be told to remove the body? Unless she was truly an emotionless robot, he didn't want to imagine how she might be fairing beneath surface.

The possible argument.... Jason didn't want to get involved in it exactly. The girl had seemed.... Suicidal? Definitely pissed, but the way she threw herself into things suddenly.... It didn't sit right with him. 

[Color=00aeef]"Equipment. Can we request new equipment."[/Color] he spoke up in regards to Broker's final question, attempting to distract himself from his thoughts.
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Lillian sat - well, laid with her back propped up - in a surprisingly comfy bed thingy with her eyes looking unfocused at the ceiling. Her side had stitches, her leg had lots of stuff, and the medical people had said something about a 'possibly severe concussion', whatever that meant. There was something about blood and scans and honestly she didn't know what most of this stuff was.

Why did she have to keep being in these confusing, complicated, scary situations? She just wanted to be curled up somewhere warm and safe, like that time she'd fallen asleep in Alessa's room.

Her cheeks flared red at the thought, calling forth a confused batch of emotions she didn't really understand.

She really did need these mandatory therapy sessions, didn't she?

"Lily! Are you okay?!"

She looked up - well, more like down - at the exclamation.

[Color=pink]"Oh, shi - uhhh, what are you doing here Mom?"[/color]

"They called me. What the hell happened to you?"

[Color=pink]"Uh.... Bad guys?"[/color] she replied cautiously.

"Where's that director? I'm going to - "

[Color=pink]"Mom, don't. Stop. Okay? It's not their fault. I- I had a relapse during a mission that got complicated. I messed up and got hurt and it's just been so emotional and I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry."[/color] Lillian broke down into a jumbled of sobs and apologies, curling into her mother's arms as the woman sat down beside her.

"Oh, luv, why are you apologising?"

[Color=pink]"I promised I'd be better..."[/color]

"Shhh.... It's okay, Lil, calm down..."

With her mother's soothing voice and all the events of the day, it wasn't long before Lillian found release in the endless abyss of sleep in her mother's arms.