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</div><br/><div style="text-align: center">《 Marcia》<br/>
Location: Abendblume<br/>
Addressing: Rebel <a class="username" data-user-id="6997" data-username="Traveler" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6997/">Traveler</a>​</div><br/>"Perhaps if he had friends that possessed spines, this cycle could end," Marcia quipped. Regardless of what Armando had told Rebel to do, she knew ultimately he was hurt. Brazilians were emotional, as was displayed by her current state. She would have been angry in either situation, but if she'd seen someone fight for her brother, she would have at least had hope. Now, they were in the same situation, or worse. Now she didn't know where her and her family stood. Should she worry for her brother? Would Hale ever go to that extreme? Likely, Armando would never push Hale so far, for her sake.<br/><br/>"I've been with the family since the beginning of this. How do you figure they kept this place? It wasn't by a prayer and asking nicely. I know what Ray is capable of." The others that had come after, and were welcomed with open arms would be more surprised. Even before the world changed, she'd seen Ray do things that should have been punishable and a father that covered for him. She'd seen her brother cover for them.<br/><br/>"He loves them. It does not mean they are deserving of his love, but you can't help that sort of thing. Imagine loving someone deeply, and they continue to make the wrong choices. It's easier to be in denial." She understood that first hand and was watching her brother and repeating all the same words he'd said to her at one point. The irony wasn't lost on her.<br/><br/>"He is distant. He is keepings things from me, thinking he is protecting me. That only worries me. He just told me about the meeting. How could he sit across from the dinner table with me, and act as if nothing had happened?" Marcia was hurt. This was unlike Armando. "I don't know where anyone stands anymore." She composed herself, then drew her brows together.<br/><br/>"By the way, I speak Portuguese, not Spanish," she corrected, "Also, don't preach to me about<i>as crianças</i>." She used the portugease word, slow and emphasized to correct Rebel. "I put no foot in front of the other without them in my mind. Armando is no different in that regard either."