[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=f49ac2]Faith Masters[/color][/b][/i][/h1][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/eeTfZeBhTOA1O/giphy.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=f49ac2]Location:[/color][/b] Ville au Camp - Main House - Room 102: Library/Study -> Faith's Room
[b][color=f49ac2]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[/center][hr]

Faith sat there was word after word were hurled at her like venom biting into her skin. She felt herself getting hot, either from embarrassment or anger, she wasn't exactly sure. She was being treated like an overeager child. Again. Could it be helped she was worried about Eve? And she wasn't alone! If something was going on, they should be involved. What was the point of training if they were just supposed to sit around and "think about it".

She had half a mind to stand up and unleash her rage and then she thought about it. Really thought about it. She glanced down at the envelope again, with the words from the Emendators on her performance. And she knew then how right they were. In fact, she pictured Eve most of all. Would Eve want her to rush forward, looking for her without training or preparation? Would Eve want her to attack the Emendators that trained her? Would she want Faith to be the spoiled brat she had been in her previous life or would she ask her to step above it? Bite her tongue and do as she was told. It may be unfair. It may be unwanted. But it was needed. Especially now.

Faith nodded her understanding. She stood up as the others all got up to do their own thing. She didn't want to do much else but be alone with her thoughts. At least for a brief moment. She glanced at Bart as he had his "keep calm" face on and she smiled and winked before walking out of the room and NOT slamming the door, though she wanted to. Desperately.

She made the journey to her room where she opened up to familiar territory now. She flopped on her bed and stared at the ceiling. They were right. She knew they were right and it killed her that she had been so close to blowing it again. She had to be better. She had to rise above and accept this role she had been given. She had to remember she was a Paradox. It wasn't something she wanted, but something she needed.

If they wanted her help, they knew where to find her. She would track down Eve if she were in danger. For all she knew, the Emendator was on a vacation. Yeah, she could just picture her in any time period. Maybe even back at that club? Faith shuddered at that thought. She would not want to go back there if she could help it. But knowing how things often went, she was sure it was not the last time she would see the Club.