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The Death lead made no move to grab the weapons, letting them lie there for a bit longer. It was meant to be a sign of simply subjugation, like everything else about the meeting, about as he always put it, being a Hunter. Or maybe it was just suffering.

"You know exactly why you are here then."

Before either of the two could respond, Circe was summoned, already in full swing as the scythe weapon slice deeply, point-end downwards, right into one of the dual guns. Now, without the Insanity, everyone in the room could hear it: a poignant shrill shriek of the weapon, as if for a second they could hear Kat's weapon protesting, ripped away from it's owner-

- And put back to sleep, the tablet clattering where the two handheld guns had been. The motion itself was nothing smooth, purposely cruel to make it a point. It would leave the Sun trainee on her knees, shaking at most, a gap of silence where her weapon had been. The feeling itself, what had happened, could not ever be quite explained other than loss. A Hunter without a weapon might as well be dead.

The motion however, didn't stop, as Caelius swerved his weapon back, the blade slicing into the air with a strange, ringing noise. Moments later, a portal, and even later, the blast of warm air, acrid, sand blasting into even the room itself.

"I am sure you are familiar with this location in the Sahara," Despite the Death lead's words, there was only an expanse of wind and white hot sun, "The Horsemen lair is exactly fifty yards away from the portal, underground. I'm sure they will sympathize with your antics."

He said nothing else, simply waiting.

Kat, surprisingly hadn't struck out, like he thought she might. Which was unexpected, given that this was Kat they were dealing with. Then again, the sun trainee was well aware of the situation she was in, as was he. The sound of her weapon being separated from her, however, was painfully and far too familiar. It made him recall the moment when Locke was taken from him. It was unbearable.

But the punishment wasn't over.

Barely even a heart beat later and the scythe was swung back, tearing open a portal. The location of which, was unmistakable. Twice he had been there, and twice it had been hell. Now they were going a third time. Only this time, they were on their own. Unarmed, without supplies, and in exile.

"You're just letting us walk out?" He eyed the division lead a moment, the hatred still very much present in his eyes, before his gaze shifted towards the portal. Of course not. Caelius probably expected them to die in the desert. Slowly, painfully, and miserably. Likely at the hands some horsemen. Wouldn't that just make his day. "Fine." He took a step towards the portal, taking a moment for his eyes to adjust to the extreme light pouring through before he followed Kat.

He wasn't ashamed for the choices he made. If he had to re-do the entire thing, he would do it all again. Regardless of how he was told it was wrong, he would never agree. He just hoped the others, would succeed in their reports and escape death. As for Kat and himself, well... if Caelius thought he was just going to lay down and die, then he had another thing coming.

Whatever poor Hunter on cleanup duty tomorrow at this particular room would probably be a little confused as to why the room had sand blasted in each corner, a few bloodstains on the table - well this was Caelius, so really maybe he was just getting creative in his age.

"You are no longer a Hunter," The Death lead didn't bat an eye as they moved, simply watching, quietly, "Therefore it would be appropriate for the two of you to witness the world you failed to protect, through all your time wasted on ignorance and selfishness and the world you now live helpless within. Seven billion people on this planet and yet you and your friends are more entitled than any of them considering everyone else is so easily forgotten. " He leaned over, just slightly. "I want you to take a good look at every single rotting body in that godforsaken desert and realize exactly how little you have helped them. Families dying, entire populations decimated while you had to save your friends in one goddamn situation. If the monster, as you kindly put it, was measured by the amount of lives killed on a daily basis from ignorance, from being weak, it would put you and every single trainee hellbent on doing nothing at the very top of the list. If you are lucky enough to wade through the sea of bodies and encounter a horsemen, then I hope you find it justified that the one who could have saved everyone rotting in the prisons should have been yourself if you had simply fought as a Hunter. There is nothing noble about sacrifice but ignorance more than buys you death in handfuls."

The chair scraped loudly as he gazed evenly at Ryan, Kat, expression unreadable, still oddly calm, as the sand whipped around the two defective-

-And consumed them entirely, the portal and the accursed island shutting closed one last time behind them. All that remained were the white sands and the whiter bleached skulls laughing silently at them. Hunters indeed.

No, she wasn't a hunter anymore. That was for damn sure. On her way out the portal, Kat slid off her coat and threw it to the floor along with her scarf. If she wasn't a hunter, then she didn't need these things anymore, nor did she want them.

It was selfish to disobey orders and protect a friend? Sure, she got what Caelius was saying. That they had to put the world, and the people in it, before themselves. She got it. But did her defending a friend, infected by insanity, really make her betray the world? If Caelius thought that they had failed as hunters, and failed the world, then fine. She would live with that, forever how long that might be. Her gaze wandered to the bodies and skulls littered through the desert as Caelius spoke of them. It was unnerving to see so many in one spot--much like that first mission, and first trip to the Sahara.

With the portal closing, Kat took this moment to turn her back on it, and make her way over the sea of dead. Caelius had obviously said everything he had planned to say them, and was now slamming the door on their faces, so she didn't need to stick around any longer to see it.

"Well, I'm sorry to all you corpses that I'm stepping over, and possibly on, but I have failed you as a hunter. So sorry." If she was such the sorry excuse of a hunter that Caelius has claimed, then it was good she wasn't one any longer. The others could take over saving the world.

She was done.

Once upon a time, she thought that she could follow orders blindly, and not give a s**t about it. But she never had any real friends before this either. Oh well. It no longer mattered.

Rep was grateful for Harrison's concern, he always was. In the briefing room it had been easy to feel overwhelmed by the amount of animosity aimed in his direction. He might have warranted the hostile response with his actions but that didn't make it any easier to deal with in the moment. The feeling was only compounded by the fact on this occasion he'd been trying to do the right thing. Sometimes support however subtle was what he needed to keep himself grounded in the chaos.

He wanted to leave, he honestly did, but curiosity turned to hesitance and meant that he was frozen to the spot when things escalated.

Judgements were handed down and sentences executed, Ryan and Kat banished to the sahara. The thought made him queasy and for just a split second, even Simon's guns seemed like a preferable alternative. He couldn't imagine a worse fate than slow death amongst the dunes unarmed and helpless.

He found himself touching the glowing blue earring he'd retrieved from the underwater labyrinth anxiously. It jarred him out of his reverie.

"We should go." he said, too late.

And waiting for the guys, he did.

((SOB LATE CUZ OF TIMEZONE DIFFS AHH ;;;;; ))

Saya hated herself. In that moment, she didn't think she could loathe herself anymore, as she just stood there, letting Ryan and Kat go. The fact she hadn't had enough in her to even think of taking Dakota, Eva and Wilson's places. How spineless, gutless, useless was she, to just stand there in shock the whole meeting ..

That one definitely topped the splattered cake.

Actually, she had never let them go because she never had any hold on them in the first place. Perhaps she simply hadn't cared enough to think of something-- think of anything to help them. If she cared, something should have occurred to her.. How much more did she need to care, to be brave and strong as all the ones who stood up for them-- if her heart was already breaking into shattered pieces?

It felt like she couldn't even stand anymore.

At least Wilson was brave enough to try to go after them, Saya wasn't. She was furious at Caelius, at the hunters, at the horrid system-- but most of all, herself.

One hand covered her pitifully quiet sobs, the blond trainee's form dashing from the room, as if she couldn't bear the sight of where the portal had been anymore. Locke.. Xedis.. Kat .. Ryan.

She couldn't regret it, that they stood up to save the other hunters-- she regretted everything that came afterwards.

((i was battling a fever while this was happening OTL))

it was a whirl of emotions, but Leon was there. Sitting quietly during the entire moment of anarchy. While Caelius decided to flex his wimpy arms and show off his scythe peen to everyone. He understood why the death lead was doing it. Rules were not followed, needless lives were put in danger in a moment of confusion. It made sense, logical and it stung deep to the part of him that was trained in such a way.

Yet that part that fluttered in a rage upon hearing names that he knew well refused to listen. Still he sat quiet and composed in the seat that washed memories of high school back to him. A time when blood didn't need to be spilled in a classroom, when an authority figure wasn't sentencing people to their doom, only to homework.

It was a grim reminder of where he was now, and what caelius was all about. Just a sadist that liked to abuse his underlings.

The nail in the final coffin was the scream, the horrible scream of that weapon, something that he had never heard, trying to reject it and failing and suddenly was gone. It made the boxer bash his fist into the table in anger. Caelius must have a combo sized genitalia for him to act in such a a way.

"I'll take my leave." he spat out, disgusted. "I cant stand to be around a little boy that can sentence people to death but don't have the BALLS to do it himself." he spoke loudly, giving the fancy haired authority figure a glare before stomping out.

Szczeosny sat way in the back, chewed on the pencil, and watched a lot of people get very angry.



It would probably have made more sense if he understood what they were saying. Piosenka had fallen silent in her translations about halfway through, and any confusion was met with a very short, distracted statement of 'I'll tell you later'.