Illy listened politely to all Lucien had to say. He was right, she knew this of course, but something inside of her was so against this that it made it hard for her to accept. Is this what it had come to? The night of the vision had been a hard one, and thinking about where they were left now brought back those memories full-force.

She had never seen or felt anything like it before. She was trapped in an orb that loomed down over the subject, and it felt like her whole body was on fire and frozen at the same time. It was as if she was buried under mounds of molten rock, immobile and unable to break the vision on her own. This was the first and only time since that she had been a silent, distant observer, but still inhabiting something or someone. The scene before her was not a particularly nasty one: just a man, sipping some acrid drink and chatting up a woman, loose by the sight of her. He smirked devilishly, a smile that would make any other woman swoon as it had his current prospect, but one that made Illyana's skin crawl. The vision flashed into several other scenes in rapid succession at the same time as this: the man on a stage pandering to a captive crowd, counting fist-fulls of green with that same smirk, watching women walk by coffee shops with empty eyes, and something just on the edge of her vision, the man in tears maybe? Either that or cackling maniacally, but it had been too blurry to make out fully.

And as soon as it appeared, the vision was gone. She had come out of it gasping for air in the middle of the night, holding her throat, feeling as though she had been paralyzed for years and had just woken from a coma. Of course, this was never the case, the vision had been thirty seconds at most. But to her it felt like an eternity at the bottom of a ice-cold lake.

She slowly drew her fingers into a tight fist as Lucien finished speaking, her eyes set on the table. She needn't check the man's location, she'd known where he was ever since the vision weeks ago. [color=598527]"He's is Graston."[/color] She said this matter-of-factly, all semblance of anger had leaked from her voice.

She stood then, and raised her eyes to Lucien once more, [color=598527]"I know this is something we must do...that you wouldn't ask unless it was serious. And it is." [/color] She let a sigh escape her lips, [color=598527]"I suggest we ask everyone. If we are to ask him to join us, they ought to have a say."[/color] She turned her body toward the door of the trailer. Clearly, 'no' was not an answer that was on the table.