[i]We will be freed soon.

We will be [b]freed[/b] soon.

Freedom.[/i]

Ivory gave a slow blink, eyes following Roger as he was forcefully dragged from the common room. She let her eyes flicker around the room at the faces around her, looking for reactions, and she was not surprised to see most go back to their prior activities, not wanting to risk facing the same fate as Robert. Ivory felt a swell of... something in her stomach, and she wasn't sure whether it was pleasant or unpleasant.

But, she did what she did best and forced her feelings to the side and instead focused on those who actually had a reaction to Roger's words.

[i]Edgy teen, Jock Teach, Stabby Chick, Sugar Cookie, and...[/i] She frowned a little, already aware of the small number and not really needing to go any further. She was hoping that more people would have shown some kind of visual interest in the rather foreboding words spouted out by the older Apostle but apparently not. They were too scared of seeming curious, too worried about the potential consequences.

Her lips curled a little, even as her eyes stayed locked on the tiny script she was reading. [i]Don't have much use for those too broken or weak-minded to be of any help.[/i] And it was as she thought this that a small voice in her head popped up, condescending tone and all.

[i]Help? Help with what, exactly? Sure, Roger said something about being freed but... do you really want to put all your eggs in [b]that[/b] basket? You've done well so far. Have kept your head done and your mouth shut... have observed inconspicuously and have kept your distance. You're surviving. So... what are you going to do with this information? With the people you've chosen to be more interesting or just more... what? Curious? What do you think is going to happen? You're gonna form a little band of misfits and try to burst your way out of here? Come on, you're not an idiot. Just push that man's words out of your head and go back to your routine.

It's for the best.[/i]

Absently licking her thumb, whilst managing to keep her usual blank expression in place, she turned the page of the novel, [i]Amped[/i]. Yet, the faint sound of whispering made her eyes flicker over to the table where the... curious people sat. Her head twitched a little as she naturally fought the urge to tilt her head and blatantly stare in curiosity like she wanted. But, she knew that guards would be watching a lot more closely after the outburst from Roger. 

Too risky.

Making a small hum under her breath, she crossed her legs in the armchair she'd silently chosen as her own, forcing herself to focus on the story of oppression that she had in her lap.