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All of life was a matter of timing. Being in the right place at the right time equated to good fortune, but where either of those to inverted and disaster would crash upon a misbegotten soul. Having a mature, stunning college girl pick her up as though she were a lanky kitten and carry her into an empty classroom, then further still till they were crammed all-but chest to chest in a supply closet would have been a dream come true had it occurred a month earlier. 

Had this happened the day after their beach vacation she would have thrown herself at Regina's mercy, desperate to feel even the barest inkling of assurance in a world she felt only wished to see her whittled down to nothing. 

She was powerful in all the ways Rei was without needing to needle her with it whenever her displeasure was earned. The age gap only made her seem a more certain pillar of stability when Roche herself found the ground beneath her feet shifting like quick sand. Even the animosity of her attack could have been selfishly forgiven with the very answers now lavished upon her in return for a favor she would have done by virtue (IE, helping someone Roche liked) alone.

If not for Sylvia. 

[color=orange][i]I'm a real piece of shit.[/i][/color] Her expression curdled with self loathing, finding any feeling of regret she felt unbidden only made her despise the weakness of her heart. Hating herself for even feeling her cheeks heat under Regina's tame compliments towards her smell and weight. 

Not even the relief in hearing her paranoia was validated and there was a team dedicated to surveiling their every message couldn't less the bitter loathing that bit into her with all the keenness of Topaz's arrows. Swallowing around a parched mouth she tried to back away, only for her back to rattle the bins behind her. 

[color=orange]"As...As convoluted as that plan sounds in hindsight, I can't say it was wrong. If you came out and told us to leave her alone, we wouldn't have."[/color] And in Roche's ignorance she had no inkling of Suki's own harassment of Misoka preceding that dreadful flower shop fire. [color=orange]"Look, you've established you're powerful. Everyone else believes that. If you can set aside your ultimatum against the club, We- [i]I[/i] can make sure no one goes after Misoka. Several would happily her friend, myself included."[/color]

Why was she, the Rule Keeper of the club, so weak to nothing more intense then a wandering eye and being carried? Her heart was racing under Regina's wondering eye and it sickened her to feel a budding appreciation for it, even as she grasped with the fervor of a sailor adrift upon a floating plank to her new, tentative relationship with a threefold girl. 

[color=orange]"We can end this mess without a fight, and help Misoka get some normalcy again. Everyone wins."[/color]