Some senshi had been ecstatic after Ares speech, but Sailor Maia wasn't one of them. Yes, her words had struck home, really hit a chord with Maia, but it was the wrong one. They had captured some negaverse agents and they were holding them hostage. It was part of the plan, they all had a hand in it even Maia, but now that it had happened Maia was having seconds doubts.

How could she participate in such a thing? Yes, they needed information, yes they all wanted revenge, yes it might make a difference, but would it really.

Maia did not know what to do, or to think and all of this was for Rota. She was none to sure that the cadet would want them to avenge her in this way, she wouldn't. This seemed very wrong to Maia so very wrong, the excitement and skill that came in planning drained away with reality. She stepped back away from the crowd, one step, two, three, six, until she wasn't mingles among them lingering on the edge and wanting nothing more than to run. Her heart was racing, but her legs felt like heavy, leaded, as if she had hit herself with her own attack.

She was shaking, very slightly and then noticeably, before she was approached. She wasn't even sure who it was, but their touch nearly made her jump out of her skin, pulling her away from those words. YOU did this. She looked up not really seeing the person, not hearing the words of encourage words, that tried to soothe, words that wanted her to buck up.

She wasn't strong enough for this. Why did one capture another and hold them hostage. Even she knew the answer to that one. "I'm fine," she mumbled pushing the other away rather harshly and stumbling forward toward the others.

Hands were on her, treating the bruises, a cut she did not realize she had, while she took shaking hands and attempted to straighten and smooth the curls about her head. There was a wetness in her hair, where had that come from? She felt sick pulling her fingers away to reveal the red liquid that seeped from somewhere on her head. It was wiped away hurriedly.

And then she was being talked at again, by who, it really did not matter, the night was quickly becoming a blur. She heard the words Wolframite and found herself nodding, but the rest of the conversation might as well have been in Chinese. Was she being eyed critically, she did not really know or care. She wanted this to be over, she wanted to go home, but it wouldn't happen tonight. She was shaking she could see that, but there were other's that were worse off and she wasn't sure, but she might have to take a shift tonight. Her stomach churned at the thought.

She was left standing alone. Maia took several deep breaths to calm her nerves, telling herself to suck it up. She had been apart of this, she had gotten herself into this, she was going to have to deal with it. She had work to do. She went over to the other's who were excitedly talking about strategies and how the plan worked out. She offered up a few words here and there, but it was obvious she had lost her spark of excitement.