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[color=4169E1]- [I]Eleanor Roosevelt[/I][/color]
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	Lyra's gaze turned sharply back over to Asha, her eyes widening a touch as the woman depicted in graphic detail what she believed Puck had deserved. She let out a shaky breath, before biting her lip as she had to look away. Her gaze eventually did gravitate back towards Asha as she was addressed specifically. She released her lower lip, her lips then thinning at the woman's words. She remained silent for a moment, struggling internally with what was said. There was validity to what Asha said, and yet she couldn't shake the belief that violence wasn't the solve all problem to injustice. She shook her head lightly. [color=4169E1]"I don't either, Asha, but how are we any better than him if we wish such violence upon another person? And for what, vengeance?"[/color] she replied, letting the question linger in the air. She had to believe that violence wasn't the only solution to violence, and that vigilantism was not the means to serve justice. She just had to.

	Her attention turned back to the Deputy Hunter as the woman spoke up. Her lips tightened slightly at Amarantha's words, namely the slight against her. Was it so wrong that she did not wish to bare witness to such cruel acts? Perhaps in the case of a war a "weak stomach" as the woman claimed would do her no good, but this wasn't a war. [I]Not yet anyways.[/I] She raised her chin, squarely looking the Deputy Hunter in the eyes. Amarantha didn't scare her. If anything, Lyra pitied the woman for having been taken from her family as a child and turned into [I]this[/I]. That's not to say that she would make the mistake of underestimating the woman. No, she would watch this one closely. She watched the two women as they now interacted, less as a partaker in the conversation now and more as a mere peacekeeper. Yet, all the while, a feeling of wariness and distrust of the Deputy Hunter stirred up within the newly knighted woman.