<div style="text-align: center">《 Rebel》<br/>
Location: Abendblume<br/>
Addressing: Marcia <a class="username" data-user-id="36" data-username="Sayd" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/36/">Sayd</a>​</div><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--left js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/91203a8d88c449c3b5acbaccccbcf48b-jpg.132962/" title="91203a8d88c449c3b5acbaccccbcf48b.jpg">
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</div>There had to be something about him that was a magnet for angry women, for as she half-dragged him to a more private location, he felt a pang of déjà vu. She was spitting nails as she began to lecture him about Armando's intentions.<br/><br/>Rebel stood there, arms crossed to mirror her body language, and smirked. He was vaguely aware that her language wasn't Spanish but something a little more complex, more exotic, and just close enough to High School Spanish for him to catch the gist of some of her words but little else. "You understood why Armando did it, and you questioned med about why I didn't fight for him? Sister – seriously. You knew the whole story. It was obvious when you didn't flinch at what Ray had done. You already knew," he surmised.<br/><br/>He pulled in a breath and looked away, then let it out as he considered her position. She was scared that this would be the unraveling of her family. Didn't she have kids? He could have sworn he saw her with a kid or two before.<br/><br/>Bringing his attention back to her, he wondered if she was more afraid of Armando being discarded or of her and her children's future. From what he knew, family was everything to the former right hand of Hale's.<br/><br/>"I respect Armando. He did what he could to keep everyone safe, and he was fair to the exiles. And you're right; Dan and I were expendable before this. Hell, Ray shot all around Dan but spared him. It scared the shit out of the man," he said. "But I didn't do anything to Armando that he didn't ask me to do, and I don't know what's between him and the Big Man. All I know is that your brother asked us to go along with whatever he said or reported when we got back, and so far that's what we're doing."<br/><br/>His demeanor grew more serious, his defenses had held enough from her first assault. He figured they were on more stable ground in the alcove. "How is he holding up?" he asked, his voice calmer and more sincere. "It felt like being told to step back really affected him."