CICONIA: WHEN THEY CRY

[insinning]

It's a holy night. Silent night.

All is calm.

Everything is b r i g h t.

Comments

[dissimulative]

[ Oria grabs the arm that's going up and tries to bring it down. That's never a good sign to see and that's not something he wants to see while Sinclair says that he doesn't want to die. ]

Emil, stop. Look. Listen. Look at me. No setting off atomic bombs. None of that. We're going to make it out alive.

[ If it was everyone else versus them, Oria would side with Sinclair. He's already shown that once and he's not afraid to show it again.

Also, if Sinclair isn't showing signs of stopping, Oria will slap him. ]

[insinning]

[ the light dims, and Sinclair swallows, trying to calm his uneasy heart]

I wouldn't... I wouldn't do that to you.

[ And the people who are responsible aren't here on the battlefield.

But if I could find them? If I could release you all from these bindings?]

[dissimulative]

Good. Setting that off means you're gonna be dying for those snobby assholes.

[ Oria's avatar abruptly leaves the Christmas party. He doesn't want to hear the caroling anymore and direct his undivided attention to the battlefield at hand. ]

Dodge if you can. Don't use your shield unless you can't dodge. You're going to get powerful attackers teaming up against you.

We have a sniper at 5 o'clock and a missile at 3. Get ready.

[ A missile would be an incredibly high impact even against shields, but snipers are super accurate. ]

[insinning]

[ Sinclair nods. Guilt is suffocating, making it hard to breathe. He wants the generals to pay, all the adults who sat here and counted their money while everyone else died for them.

It made him sick]

Ready.

[ He leaves the party too, readying himself to deploy his own missiles in response]