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[sub][color=Silver][i]The Siege of Amone, September 9th - [b]Returning to the World[/b][/i][/color][/sub]
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[color=Silver]	For a second, her mind went blank once more. Jean had checked in on her to ensure she was still okay, but apparently her enlightenment wasn't enough to satisfy him. Soon enough, the band of brothers and sisters from across the street began to arrive on their location, bringing with them a heavier load of firepower and extremity to the party. Freya didn't make eye contact in that moment, having been broken to the core of her own mind at the thoughts of her treacherous past experiences on the frontlines. She heard Diana attempt to make conversation with Jean, god forbid she chose the wrong time to talk to him. Freya's humour wouldn't get past him in his state of delusional fear and anxiety, where he'd seen and committed the worst of atrocities known to man. The good thing about it was, only Kalisa seemed to truly know what Jean had done during the firefight, and it was best to leave it at that and that alone.

	Suddenly, her mind was once again tossed back into reality when a voice called out to her. There was some hesitancy to its structure, stammering out the worrisome concerns of Freya's mental health and integrity. For a moment, the Oceanic soldier stared at her, the Darcsen girl, who approached her and seemed to talk in such a strange manner. Freya didn't have any issues, whatsoever, with the Darcsen race as her upbringing was rather accepting of all walks of life, be it Imperial natives to the Darcsens that were so ruthlessly oppressed here in Europa. Of course, the Imperial natives that eventually moved to Oceania were exiled or arrested, or even sent back to their motherland for enlistment, at the breakout of the war, but she never truly held a grudge against them in particular. However, the southern beaches of the horrifying frontier made her truly hate the Imperials, seeing that they took away the one thing she loved back then. Now she was a broken woman who'd simply look for the satisfaction of lust, love and other compassionate deeds in order to fill that gap that had been carved out with a rusty knife. Ines, was her name, the girl before her. Freya remembered her being a bit more brash than the others and having an innate ability to assert dominance amongst the group. One of the newest arrivals too. But here, she seemed to have a strange innocence to her. When she asked if Freya was alright, she did so in a timid manner that beckoned for Freya to do a lot of the talking. However, for the first time in a long while, Freya didn't feel like talking a lot, but she was keen on at least responding to the Darcsen.[/color]

[color=FF0202][b]"Oh, uhh...don't worry your pretty little head about it. Best not talk about it, if you ask me."[/b][/color] [color=Silver]Either way, she continued her fake persona of smiling, though it was a visible broken one, and held out a quick hand to shake, tilting her head and closing her eyes as she did so to further give a sense of camaraderie and sweetness.[/color] [color=FF0202][b]"Freya Baines, Oceanic Expeditionary. I'm...well don't bother asking me how I am, I'd..."[/b][/color] [color=Silver]Freya stopped her words, lowering her voice and leaning closer to whisper to Ines. It was clear that she didn't want to fully embarrass or trigger any poor emotions within him, so it was worth keeping it down. A small finger pointed towards the Francian Corporal, aimlessly sat against the wall for a moment, toying with his rifle and staring blankly into the distance. Freya hoped that one of his supposed interests, or friends, would at least speak to him, as she felt she couldn't yet discuss such trivial horrors on an emotional level alongside him until they were more acquainted.[/color] [color=FF0202][b]"I'd get someone to check if he's okay, y'know...Just before we leave. As much as a good NCO is, like Thomas, to support the troops, but we can't just treat him as anything less than a friend, if you...well if you actually think he's a decent lad. Talking does seem to help him, as some of the soldiers on the train would tell me. Plus...I hate to see anyone, even you, Franz or Luke for god's sake, break or snap like that."[/b][/color]

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