Nova Blancke
"It's not you Heather...." Liv responded softly.
She felt the glow of Rydia's hand wash over her. It was...soothing.
"I thought..I was supposed to..take care of you." Liv said as her eyes felt heavier and heavier.
She felt the glow of Rydia's hand wash over her. It was...soothing.
"I thought..I was supposed to..take care of you." Liv said as her eyes felt heavier and heavier.
Rydia smiled and kept speaking in her native tongue.
"In my society, care is never a one way street. The people took care of my family, and my family took care of the people."
Elsewhere, Heather sneaked into the cafeteria. She was completely unrecognized by those that had taken refuge in there. Her attention was drawn away from the chow line to the television everyone seemed to be glued to. Something about helicopters crashing into a beach.
Heather's attention turned entirely to the TV when the four perpetrators were shown. Her eyes went wide and watered as she came to the realization of what she was watching.