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[h3][color=8dc73f][i][b]Amelia Payne[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=8dc73f]Location:[/color][/b][/i] Education Center (M) 
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	[color=8dc73f]“...”[/color] Alright, whatever Amelia was expecting when Hunter was asked if he denied any of the accusations, the answer wasn’t that! She looked at awed, a bit confused and a bit shocked. Granted it was kind of hard to deny given the proof given so far, but still.  Amelia supposed that she was too used to the TV shows and movies back in the day and expected him to deny to the very end like a villain. In the end she concluded that she shouldn’t be that much narrowminded and use by now old TV tropes as basis for reality, besides he was antisocial, not completely stupid. Instead she briefly wondered if the way he said that could be considered sarcastic or not and honestly couldn’t reach an answer to that question. In the end she realized that she was maybe more surprised to the fact he didn’t put  his foot into his mouth with his reply on this. 

	She was now honestly not sure how this will go. He was either aware of the problems that had happened so far given the trial they were at, or he was playing it. Amelia was aware she didn’t really know him well enough to conclude anything on that. She never did try to get to know him after all, though that was partly the dog’s fault. Alright it was a huge part the dog’s fault and then the fact she also wasn’t overly comfortable with his personality. She wasn’t completely objective when it came to him and she wasn’t going to apologize for it. 

  	Amelia squeezed Riley’s hand for comfort and threw side glances around the room, studying expressions and reactions for a moment, returning her eyes on Hunter a few moment’s later and silently prayed that he doesn’t fuck this up.  Despite everything, he still was here and was alive and sending him away would be very unpleasant. Maybe they will just punish him in some lighter fashion and allow him to stay with an additional restriction or two. Better that than dead after all. 
	
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[h3][color=f7941d][i][b]Lisa Mason[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=f7941d]Location:[/color][/b][/i] General Housing(X)
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 	Lisa wrote and wrote, the words coming to her since she had just spoken them not too long ago. She wrote like woman possessed and paid all attention to it until about the halfway point when she stopped and looked up from the paper, eyes unfocused as she felt tears well up in her eyes. Who was she fooling? Not herself, not really. She was going to write this story, write every other one she remembers, but she for the moment allowed herself a brief stop, letting the pen down and walking over to the bathroom, letting the sink run a bit as she washed her face, doing away with the tears.

	After that she didn’t return to writing, she just went and found a seat on a chair in the living room, looking at the window as she rested her back completely. She didn’t think it would be so soon, she knew this was the best way it could have gone, but it did make it better, even if it didn’t help with the emotional pain. She reassured herself that Lucy wasn’t hurting anymore, there was no more torment for her and she went peacefully with company, listening to a fairy tale about magic and fantasy.

	Her mind wandered a bit, eyes unfocused as she wasn’t looking at the room she was in right now, but at her memories instead. Lisa was recalling the first time she met Lucy when she was doing her cleaning duties, the time she was spending with the girl later and topics they chatted about. The girl certainly was a bit of a high point in her memories of her early days at the hospital. It was always nice to spend some time after her tasks were complete to chat with the girl and keep her company. She closed her eyes and finally let out a tired sad smile. She felt like tearing up, but held it in, instead letting herself just submit to the emotional fatigue and memories. She needed to rest for a bit, grab a quick nap and then return to writing. After all the story did say it in a way -’ The morning is wiser than the evening.’