<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/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--right lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2F4zuZd5U.jpg%3F1&amp;hash=054bf28136e587a3a0587bbe8dc49915" title="4zuZd5U.jpg">
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</div>"My husband speak to Armando?" She laughed a harsh laugh as if Rebel had told the most hilarious joke she'd ever heard. "The only peace offering Armando might have for my husband is a bullet. I hold the same regard for him. I pray each night that he is out there rotting, but you know what they say about cockroaches. They will always find a way to survive whatever disaster they face." They'd lost contact when shit hit the fan. She couldn't be sure if he was in brazil or if he was in the states when it happened. Either way, he wasn't at Abendblume, and that was what mattered.<br/><br/>"Tell me, what do<i>you </i>have to lose? If the cost for me wasn't so great.." her voice trailed off and she shook her head. Even now, she was retallying cost and weighing dangers. "If I were in<i>your</i>position, I would<i>carefully </i>nurture the discontent between capable individuals. See where others stand. Hale is a businessman. He is not so imposing as he makes everyone think that is he. Without his soldiers, he is nothing." Even now, speaking the way she was, to a man she didn't know, was risky. Rebel could turn around and report her to Hale, creating a situation that could turn volatile. Had she wanted that? If Hale came for her, Armando would see finally, and she only needed to make sure she kept her children well protected. She was uncertain how far Alvaro would go, and what he would do for the family if given certain orders.<br/><br/>"We live together, here in this community, and no one knows anything about one another. Don't you find that a little odd? The separation, and how Hale seeks to keep us all so divided into little family units? Easily controllable family units," Marcia pointed out. "The outliers were turned out. The ones that didn't fit Hale's formula. I would expect it to happen again. I think that was just the beginning. Hale is going to want perfection." Too angry to care that she was sharing her thoughts freely. It was all bubbling up and she was between wanting Hale to do something and frustrated with herself because she was incapable of action she knew needed to happen. Abendblume had been her home and had shielded her from the ugliness in the world in the style that she was accustomed to, but now the ugliness festered from the inside.<br/><br/>"I don't have the heart to tell Armando his efforts to keep us safe and do right by his family are slipping, and that there is no good solution. It will just trade a hidden horror for a more obvious one, but sometimes it's better to see your enemy coming."