[b]Alicia Hayden[/b]

Many things seemed to be working in Alicia's favor now. The Enhanced Uniform that had kept her in one piece as well as protected the tools needed for her sorcery, Kimble managing to keep her injury from being lethal through her air magic, the fact that she was still alive even being noticed in the first place. She couldn't really say that this mission had gone particularly well for her, but it seemed her perseverance and patience was paying off.

She wasted no time, applying what limited aid she could while taking the advice that Penny had to offer once her friend rejoined her. It might not be the most useful, but any bit help. She was about finished by the time that Sylvia arrived, a good thing too as the situation rapidly grew more complicated.

Honestly she wasn't surprised by it. Beacon had their mission, and not everyone felt the same way as her. The group seemed divided, and she was left confused and unsure as to what she should do. She understood her duty to Beacon, but she also knew how she felt, and she couldn't just do it that easily. "I'm not sure..." she muttered with a frown, uncertainty plain to see.

Then, like the others, she was struck silent as her Beckoner made its statement. "T-Thank you," she replied, needing a moment simply to cope with the trust that was being placed in her. She did her best, but she didn't think that the Beckoners had such faith in her and her Judgment. Hearing it said, she couldn't help it as her heart rose.

But now she was faced with the decision of what to do with Kimble. She knew what she had to do, her responsibility as a member of Beacon. She'd done it before after all. But every time she looked at Kimble she could only see Doris; the shock, the pain, the confusion. She'd  made a mistake then, and now she had the opportunity to make up for it. She was not going to let that pass by.

Rising back to her feet as she stored her pouch away, Alicia shook her head before looking at the others. "She's a victim, just like our sisters back at headquarters. If it weren't for Mariette and Justine we probably never would have met each other, and I'm not going to kill someone for being unlucky. No more innocents are going to die today."

She then turned to face her Beckoner. "This is my decision. We'll take her back with us, give her medical attention, and then when she's healed up we let her go on her way, to wherever she came from. After that all bets are off and I make no promises as to what happens next time we run into each other." She was sure there would be some disagreement with her decision, but with the situation at hand and what little she knew about Kimble, it was the best she could come up with. Hopefully she didn't end up regretting it