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Everything was crumbling to pieces, falling apart around her and the poor gurl was left a bit clueless as to what to do. The twictching from Charlotte and Luina stepping backwards, tugging against her arm, was enough for her to release both of them. She remained close to the faunus's side, but had released her from her overbearing grip. Then Luina spoke... and Zylah was shocked. Everything about it, her stance her tone, was dripping with aggression and anger. Had she ever herd Luina yell before? Had she even seen her angry before? Honestly, Zylah couldn't recall even a singular moment. What was even more shocking, was the words themselves. Not only were they awful things to say... but they were ononlononly going to make this entire situation worse. Zylah hadn't even thought that was possible. Some how the both of them had managed to sneak their way past all her many shields and walls, they'd broken through the gates to the very inner most parts of her. The more delicate and fragile parts. The parts that while broken, maimed, and tormented... we still human, gentle. They had made her care, and now she was forced to watch them stand off to each other and it was an excruciating thing, ripping her up inside. Zylah was not much of a peacemaker, she thrived in conflict and degression... well, usually... but she had managed to make it through thus far without picking sides. If they continued down this path, that option would be obliterated in the fiery inferno that was bound to explode.

Luina went on, and as she did, something snapped in Zylah. It was a feeling all to familiar. It was something she was used to. She knew it well and was always so confident in the way she went about handling it... and yet, Luina had never made her feel this way before. So she was not confident in her anger, but rather confused, blue eyes longing for a way out of this problem that did not exist. One that had been washed away like footsteps in the sand as the morning tide flooded the beach. Any solution out of this was going to be a wet, complimented mess... and that was if they didn't drown first. Charlotte was equally angry, shouted words reverberating off the walls. In her anger she was also confused, her mind searching for words and phrases that. Were not a part if her vocabulary. "Bombsell... she dropped a bombshell." Zylah murmured, voice soft ad she tried to offer assistance. Charlotte's gaze met hers for just a moment and while usually a situation like this would make her laugh... she couldn't even must up a tiny smile. "Livid." She offered once more, not that her voice could really be heard over the shouting in the word. Zylah was simply grasping at straws, something... anything... to keep her grounded, to keep her grasping to the bare threads of sanity, to keep this feeling inside her from teeing her a part.

Charlotte's anger made sense... Zylah had been expecting it from Luina's first confession. Maybe it had only just managed to make it's way to the surface in an outwardly reaction. Maybe it was triggered by Luina's reaction instead, but it was expected all the same. Luina's anger was not. How could she expect Charlotte not to be angry or upset? How could she tell Charlotte her family did not do this too her, after admitting that they had? Even her father who cleared the lesser experiments. Evasive or not, they were wrong. Especially without consent. Her uncle was just a whole new level of monster. One that brought shame to her... because by helping the tribe she had been helping him. She hadn't known, she hadn't realized. Often with little to no knowledge of the specifics of her actions... but there was a strange knot of guilt in her stomach. One that might not have formed had she not met Charlotte, had she never learned of this. How could Luina dismiss so many years of torture with such little dis regard? How could she pin it on Charlotte when it was so obviously out of her control? How could she turn this around on her? When had Charlotte ever played the 'poor picked on me card'. Not once that Zylah had noticed. There was a big difference between being happy and smiley all the time and looking for pity. Which Charlotte had never done. She'd never even heard the girl speak of the terrors she had faced. She had only watched the mental scars inhibit her actions and reactions. Scars that had been forced on her and would not just be brushed away. Scars that slipped into her day to day life. Acars that Zylah hid behind her own bubbly surface but could have just as easily turned more serious, like Charlotte.

Zylah knew little of day to day life, of boundaries, of love and war. Her own morales were twisted and skewed just like her opinions. Often she did not realize when the line should be drawn until it was far too late. But she knew this in complete certainty. This was not fair. This was not right. "No." Her objections bubbled out in a singular word with all the stubborn defiance of a child on the verge of a temper tantrum. "You can live to make your brother proud. You can do as you wish with your brother. But you don't get to say those wretched things to her. Not after everything." Sure Charlotre had been angry, yelling even... but she had been searching for answers, for understanding in a reaction that was entirely justified given the circumstances. Luina had been testing Charlotte down, insulting her. "I don't know much about friendship... but I know a real friend wouldn't speak to the other like that. It'snot fair for you to expect her to simply get over it, after dropping something like that." Zylah had never had any real friends... but she'd watched, heard stories. Friends were supposed to be there for one another, build each other up... they were supposed to be understanding and help them through their darkest times... not tell them to suck it up and get over it. Would Luina had told her the same thing if she had come forth with her own past? Would she have told her that it was all her fault and she just needed to stop acting like a child and get over it? Such an impossible thing, especially all alone.

"Char has... clearly been through a lot... it's not fair for you to brush it aside so carelessly. I'm not saying that your family choices were your fault, because it wasn't. But what you do now, how you act now, that will fall entirely upon your shoulders. So pick wisely." Zylah knew this and she knew it well. She hadn't always... but she did now... She knew it in her very soul, from her own past and her own mistakes. From the guilt churning around in her gut and making her nauseous. What a truly awful feeling guilt was. One she was not used too. The entire thing was rather insightful for a girl usually only concerned with fun and mischief. It was proof that she was more than what met the eye. More than the bubbly exterior she hid behind. While the girl wasn't trying to make Luina feel ousted, it was clear that in this moment she was siding with Charlotte. Not because she didn't care for Luina, but because she understood Charlotte's pain in a way that only one who had been submitted to years of torture could. However, seeing how their captain had reacted to Charlotte's outburst... she feared she might react to her's the same. Zylah was ready, bracing herself both physically and mentally for what might come. She was used to cruel words and horrid insults. It was something she could brush off easily enough, but if it came to blows between the two women... Zylah was still at a loss as too what to do.

Zylah was completely lost to her own mind when her two teammates addressed her well being. First Charlotte and then Luina, echoing one another before the echoed through her mind, bouncing against the walls of her skull and searching for a girl that was lost within the depths of her own mind. The panic, the fear, the guilt. They mixed together in an unforgiving storm, dark waves beating down on her and threatening to pull her under. It was like that day on the beach when her reckless need for adventure got the better of her. When she went out to far on the surfboard and got knocked right off. The waves crashing over her head, pushing her further beneath the glistening surface until it was far outside of her reach, until any hope of drawing another breath was wiped from her mind. Until her lungs burned from the lack of oxygen. Until she gave up to death and just drowned in the beauty of it all. It had been Maria that had come to her rescue then, now it was their words of concern, floating like a life preserver on the stormy, onyx seas of her mind. Just out of reach. Fingers slipping on its ropes so she was pushed under once again. Would it be enough?

All of this happening with in her own mind, her face a blank, cold stare ahead. It took her several moments to pull her concious thought from the surface, blinking several times as if she were coming out of a trance. It took her even longer to access her vocal chords and regain the ability to speak. Her eyes locked first with Charlotte's, then with Luina's. A nod of her head, slowly as if too much movement might send her under again. "Yeah, yeah... I'm fine." Her voice a bit softer than usual, she didn't even bother trying to explain what would happen. It was just another thing that once spoken allowed would only lead to other questions. Questions that as always, she could not answer. Not without revealing to much... who she really was, who she was working for, all the terrible things she had done. It was just one more thing to add to the list. A list she could not share with anyone. Not even her team.

Quiet still as the two went back to their conversation, it seemed one problem had been fixed. The argument seemed to be dissolving as they came to some sort of mutual conclusion. However, this solution brought another problem forth. A problem only to Zylah. She would have to figure it out on her own, as always, and before they set off on this mission to oust Luina's uncle and the tribe. She had to find away to be involved without giving her identity away. It was a task that seemed impossible at the moment. Just as impossible as reaching the crystalline surface of the ocean that day on the beach. Surely she would have died were it not for the blue-haired girl with the oh-so peculiar and ghostly semblance. Only this time, she didn't have someone to pull her out of the icy grasp of death this time, so hopefully her frantic kicking would be enough. If it wasn't... well, that was just something she would have to face then if it came to that. Losing her teammates, it was a pain she wasn't ready to face at the moment. It might just break her, permanently.

Once Luina mentioned that it was late and they should probably get some rest, Zylah nodded in agreement before stepping over to her bed and collapsing in a rather dramatic fashion into the many blankets and pillows. Her tiny frame was nearly shadowed in the layers of crimson and black. "You two exhaust me." She teased, letting out a playfully exasperated sigh. It had been a rather tense and chaotic moment. There was a point when the fate of their team had been thrown to the wind but with Charlotte accepting Luina's handshake, granted in her own special way, it seemed they were safe for the moment. "I thought I was the one that was supposed to cause trouble." She added after a moment, a devilish smirk tugging at her lips and a mischievous look in her eyes as she quickly snatched up two of her many pillows and chucked one at each of them, in the Hope's to lighten the mood slightly. Zylah didn't do well with serious, she was much better with joking and teasing.