[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=CFABB1]Belladonna[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://media0.giphy.com/media/KR5hl49VZqiiY/source.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=CFABB1]Location:[/color][/b] Hobo Camp
[b][color=CFABB1]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[hr][/center]

Bella had already made the decision that the Sisterhood would perish, she didn't need convincing otherwise, but it was interesting that those with her had differing opinions. To think how life would be different if she hadn't been raised to kill without question. To have a "normal" upbringing, if one could call it that. She wasn't normal by any stretch of the word. Arthur made his opinion known and Bella could hardly blame him for wanting justice. Wasn't she the same? 

Watts had made his opinion known also, screaming about how if thy aged Andrew up it was possible his brain injuries would catch up and be worse for him, but the alternative was also damning. Letting Andrew grow up normally meant that he would have to do it all over again, even if he didn't remember. Shouldn't that be a decision he made himself? She felt...something for Watts. Pity? Sadness? She wasn't quite sure, but she wanted to both shake him and hug him. And she was NOT a hugger.

Still, all would be for naught if they didn't do anything. [color=CFABB1]"We'll have to use what we have at our disposal then. I suggest a frontal assault since the bombs would make our presence known if they aren't already prepared. I'll guard the rear, in any case."[/color] She was not a demolition expert. She would let the others tackle that. She would just stop anyone who tried to prevent them.