Constance's breathing was heavy and hard, blood stained all in her light hair as she looked at the seraphim in front of her. As the girl cried in her lap, Constance looked at him in dismay. Anger formed on her tongue.

"Do you think violence stops violence? If you cared about anyone you wouldn't engage in such heinous acts as this! Many don't have a choice to be here! You.. you..." Her voice became raspy as a choked sob formed in her throat. She became much quieter as the cold grew in. She felt trapped. Next to her were slavers and killers, and she felt like she couldn't tell who from who.

Brothers and sisters? Was... Was she related to these people? Thoughts invaded her mind. Would her siblings- her [i]actual[/i] be capable of something like this? She connected her eyes with Mirror's. "You can gain nothing from a bloody sword unless it is in defense. No one should be stolen away from their families like the seraphim, but do you not realize you are doing this for all of these people here?"

The cold was pushing in more. The tears on the girl's face were frozen when they hit the ground. The chaos around Constance seemed calm, for some odd reason. "I only ally you for her," She said. A sting on her cheek brought things back to reality, as she turned sharply towards where it came as crimson fell across her face. She hunkered down, scooping up the girl into the curve of her large shield. "Mirror!" She yelled out, hoping he trusted her enough to save the girl as she tried to created a body block from anyone who could attack her from her exposed back.