Lydia was sitting in a chair next to the window, sketchpad resting in her lap. Her camera was in its bag next to her and she was looking down at the paper, her light pink hair falling around her face. She was frowning lightly in concentration as she continued to move the pencil back and forth. The drawing consisted of a faded, crumbling city with a small black figure standing in front of it. She glanced up when she heard Tris's familiar voice and she gave her a faint smile before focusing back down at her drawing. 

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