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Jude flicked his gaze toward the one that offered himself up for all of them. He sort of narrowed his gaze just a tad. Who knows what that means. No one does. Then looked over at Deryk, "I do what I want."

Which is Jude-speak for, 'Yes I do. You are a friend.'

Ice ran in his blood as the news was processed. Dis hissed in his head. Don't be a fool. Focus on yourself. But-

"Sir, wouldn't execution require the consent of the other divion leads, especially those not of your own division?"

Dis's hissing got louder. He ignored it. "With the council gone that leaves the leads in charge as I understand it, and creating a list of names from those outside of your division seems.. Stepping over your own authority. This list you just made based on what appears to be our mission reports alone. If possible I'd like to hear what the other division leaders have to say on these matters."

Weakness came in the form of blinding compassion for your fellow man.

Knowing this, Mimsy expressed nothing but confusion at the reactions around her. These were sentiments literally beyond her understanding. Why were they standing up for one another? Why did they so willingly desire to prevent their deaths?

The faults found in those sent on the mission most likely had something to do with ignoring orders for the sake of fellow hunters of lower rank. She hadn't seen the interaction that created the rumor of Caelius' death - just a small group doing what she didn't think was something detailed in their mission instructions. Therefore, compassion had to be the issue at hand.

Ergo, the Division Lead was testing them. Seeing who would show compassion, weakness, when another hunter was threatened. It was just an experiment.

So why were they so adamantly skewing the results in this direction?

She kept her lips pressed tightly together, hands clasped so firmly in her lap that her fingertips had begun to feel cold.

Sasha may or may not have been giving Caelius A Look.

Deryk just flinched at Jude's words, then fell silent once more.

Hearing Ofelia again, he furrowed his brow and let out a sigh.

This wasn't right. He didn't want to see anyone die for his sake.

Kostya sat quietly, nonplussed.

Junk code was being overwritten. Unnecessary parts removed. Unneeded notation being cleaned up. Faulty code, when complied, hurt the entire product.

He frowned, a little: it came unbidden.

Everyone around him was so affronted, and yet...he had signed up to be ruthless. They had all gone through their trials, had tried so brazenly for their glory.

And yet, this felt wrong, but not for a reason he could quantify. It was frustrating.

If Wilson had been a dog, his ears would've been sadly pressed to his head. Ofie. Ofie no. :C

He took a step toward the sun hunter then stopped. Wilson hesitated. "Ofie, you don't need to do this. You really don't. It's okay."

"You don't tell me what to do," Clerise replied, primly, nearly serene. She slid Dakota's arms off of her, putting her hand out in front of her, keeping them apart.

"Don't be ridiculous. I survived the apocalypse without a weapon, I can correctly file a report to save your hide." She tilted her head, and her red eyes narrowed.

For once, she was quite serious.

She bared her teeth like an animal.

"Sit down. Let me undo this damage."