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</div><br/><div style="text-align: center">《 Armando and Marcia 》<br/>
Location: Getting back to Abendblume<br/>
Addressing: Dan and 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/>These sorts of conversations were rare for Armando. He kept himself closed off, dealing with a small group of people and being a source of order for others. Professional. It meant he didn't often entertain the perspective of others, nor did he usually voice his discontent because there was no one he trusted to voice them to, perhaps besides his sister but he preferred to keep her free of worry. His decisions needn't weigh on her too.<br/><br/><br/>"You are seeing a moment in time," Armando chimed in. If it was always this way, something would have been done. "Look at what he has managed to accomplish from the beginning of this. He's kept others safe." Armando had aided in that, so Abendblume wasn't without reason to be proud, even if it had its share of dark secrets too. Armando owed it to Hale to voice his content, and worry for the path Ray had taken on a more personal level. There was a chance it was all salvageable, and Armando hoped the man would be as shocked and uneasy about the act as he was.<br/><br/>Rebel's admission got Armando's attention and he saw the man in a different light. He knew so little about most of the people in Abendblume and that was starting to bother him.<br/><br/>"If it's this bad here, I can only imagine what other parts of the world are like." Abendblume was a known evil, and he leveled Rebel with a knowing gaze. "We've both been witness to the extent and true capability of men. I still have hope that was a misguided misunderstanding." The Hales were still like family to him and Armando would give them the benefit of the doubt until he had a chance to sit down with both of them.<br/><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--left 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>Marcia was at the gate when they returned. She shouted when the guards fumbled to get them open fast enough for her liking, and she was clearly upset. She rushed to her brother first, fingers gently manipulating his face to check the marks dragged across his skin. Armando made a mess of her immaculate white silk blouse, when he tried to reassure her.<br/><br/>"Ray said that they attacked you on the road. You should have never gone. None of you should have gone," her voice cracked and she passed Armando the bloody weapon that Ray had brought back and given her. Armando concealed his anger that Ray would have fed into the hysteria to upset his sister. She moved on to the others, concern etched in her features as she looked over Dan, then Rebel. The man's face was littered with darkening bruises, further supporting what Ray has said happened.<br/><br/>"Dr. Frasier is awaiting."<br/><br/>"Where is Ray?" Armando asked, "I need to write up my report of events."<br/><br/>"It can wait,<i>o irmão. </i>It is the middle of the night. Write it in the infirmary if you feel so compelled." It troubled her just how much Armando worked. The man had no set hours and was simply present on an as needed basis. More often than not, he was needed in some capacity. "Come on. All three of you, so Dr Frasier can get some rest as well." He'd been up most of the night already with Aurora.