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Before Atlas could have a chance to respond to any of the Pride’s inquiries, he suddenly found his collar roughly tugged and his body jerked and pulled to that of a girl’s face enveloping his entire vision. As much as he might try to pull and squirm his way free, her grip was unbreakable, and she looked towards him with indignation and disbelief. At first Estelle had listened to Atlas’ story, and listened to her friend’s confused questions and disbelief, whilst she silently tried to guage her own opinion. And at this point…

He was without Marcus or Dr. Dream, and covered in blood that did not belong to him. That did not bode well. For Atlas. 

“Where.” She demanded, the question a demand. Even if Lute seemed to trust him, and she trusted Lute to some degree after their prior meeting a year ago, it didn’t mean she trusted Atlas. She didn’t know him, and whilst she tried to hope for her first impressions of people to be good… she wasn’t willing to take that risk anymore. Not after the Hawthorne Family, and not after whatever had happened in Los Paraisos. Atlas’ word wasn’t good enough. He had to prove himself. 

“Where did this happen. Take us. Now.” Estelle ordered again, doing her level best to remain calm. Meanwhile, Don was doing her share of panicking, the tall man having become flustered and hopping up and down on his feet, trying his best to think of a way to diffuse the situation before it became unpleasant. His hands would reach towards Estelle’s shoulders and then back away, over and over again, as if he could feel sheer heat radiating from her body that would have burned him were he to touch. What to do? What to do?

“B-b-big Sis, it’ll be okay!” Don tried to cheer her up again. “We, um, we’ll find Mage Bro! Right? We just need to remain… um… calm, and…”

Don’s temperament suddenly switched, as the worry for his friend suddenly sank in, and like Estelle… 

Don pushed in-between Estelle and Atlas, grabbing the raven haired man in his arms and shaking him wildly back and forth. “Where is he, bro?! Where’s Mage Bro! Tell me where he is right noooooooooow~~!~!~!! Or...! Or...! Or else, bro!!”