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Michael gave a quick sigh as he stared at his rifle. He already knew who was at the doorway. 

[color=bf00ff]"...You're right..."[/color]

Continued he looked at the gun carefully. The bolt of the gun had been polished far enough that it began to blink at him as the sun indirectly shot him a ray into the window to his soul. Why was he getting this worked up though? He wasn't gonna be able to stop the fact that Lucia was already in Middleton's cabin. What he only had to expect was her after this, which would probably take at least until the next stop to see the result. He should be more concerned of himself and the rest of the squad right now. He still hoped that Franz still kept his mood up. It wouldn't take that little to turn his mood and feelings back down, but he just did not know when it comes to human beings. 

[color=bf00ff]"I'll try to put that out of my mind for now."[/color]

How come it wasn't an easy task? Especially when his immediate consciousness was idle. His mind drifted to what he may say to Lucia. What sort of bullshit would he feed her this time. And how exactly would he do to counteract said bullshits. It would not be as simple as a 'Don't listen to what he says!' or 'What he's saying is wrong!'. Whatever he begged for, she still knew Middleton more than he do, and that he lives in this war longer than he does. If anything, she should trust his words more than Michael's, or anyone's. If anything, he had to tap into her own nature, morality and long taught beliefs. But still, now? When he didn't know a thing yet? What was he supposed to do otherwise?

[color=bf00ff]"If you want to...I don't mind."[/color] He gestured at the seat right the opposite side of him. Perhaps the Lance Corporal that Michael wished was promoted instead would keep him distracted.
[@FalloutJack]