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Solia just stopped. Stared at Caelius, noticbly devoid of kirakira.

".....Bien que escilated rapidement." She just sank into her seat, casting worried looks over to Lex and his girlfriend.

Solia could hear something from Israfel. Not hear in words, but in his song. Disillusionment.

Sherry had been there the whole time, wary and silent. She'd filled out the report as told, and still remained silent.

When Caelius began he his speech, Sherry actually sank lower in her chair. Mentions of the council still made her sick, and coupled with everything they had just been told, Sherry just didn't feel well. Executions? Punishments? It was almost overwhelming.

She kept her mouth shut and tried to wrap her head around the situation.

Ofelia turned and looked at Wilson, where he was, and she raised the eyebrow that was somewhat hidden by her eye patch. "Are ya certain ya dun wan me ta die fer ya? Ya dun wan someone else takin' yer place on account'a ya ******** up on the field an' now people are gonna suffer fer it? Ya dun wanna have someone else get punished fer yer mistake?" Her words were cold, sharp, and cut to the quick. "Ya could care less who it is who dies, ya probably jus' dun wanna live wit' the guilt yeah? That's a little selfish there ta tell someone ta stop."

Rue was cackling in her head at Ofelia's words - some of the first sounds she'd made in a long, long time that wasn't screaming or singing. "Too bad though Wilson, orders are orders an' Suns follow orders. Kinda funny like that, yeah?"

Gale offered a half sort of smile towards Eva.

"I told you," he said calmly. "I won't let you die."

Two steps forward, two steps back - or was it the other way around?

Sasha's face had all the kirakira that Solia's did not, and she didn't bother glancing at the other hunter before rattling off a quick response.

"Non, il est en pleine explosion parfaitement."

Fear was weakness: it was an admission to being lesser. It was being aware that you were in the corner, overpowered. It was bringing a knife to a gun fight, it was being pinned to the shadowbox like a butterfly, wings fluttering hopelessly in the wind.

But Caelius-- who was her relative, what a deplorable fact-- was ruthless. She wasn't going to show any vulnerabilities to a man who went for the throat and nowhere else.

So she swallowed it down, like a bitter pill. Dakota was young, he had his whole life ahead of him, however long that was on the island. Clerise was far from a tired dog, and had no intention of dying. Caelius' precious report would be completed and then they could put this behind them.

"That won't be necessary," Clerise said, voice completely cool, face blank, eyes trained on the Death leader. Caelius wouldn't get to see this fear: it wasn't for him. Balthazar was a warmth in her mind, her words his as much as they were her own, a singular entity working in tandem.

With her newly found frigid demeanour, perhaps it wasn't so unusual that she, Mimsy, and Caelius were related after all.

Jake only gave a bored look when the room exploded into chaos.


Resting a cheek in his palm, he only waited to see what else would happen.
He may of been just a trainee, but it seemed all the other hunters right now were acting like ******* 4-year olds.