<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--right js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/106196849_3220660154640536_7684165692615911187_n-jpg.133027/" title="106196849_3220660154640536_7684165692615911187_n.jpg">
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</div>Boy, she wasn't retracting her claws<i>at all</i>, calling him spineless and basically saying that he knew nothing about the family. By 'family,' he assumed she meant the Hales.<br/><br/>He blinked at her knowingly when she mentioned loving someone who continued to make bad choices, then explained Armando's state of mind. "He was trying to protect you," he said quietly. "He didn't want you to be upset." Or scared, apparently. Armando was throwing himself under the proverbial bus to save his family.<br/><br/>Rebel gave her a half-smile. "<i>As crianças</i>?" he asked, trying to imitate her accent. She explained that she did nothing without thinking of them, and he guessed, "The children?" That gave him pause. He wet his lips and shook his head minutely. "I didn't mean disrespect. I only know enough Spanish to help on my old job as a cop," he said, "and I don't have a lot of experience with Portuguese." In truth he had learned a few Korean words,<i>Saekki</i>being one of them. It meant bastard. He found that one out the hard way. It sounded so much like<i>sexy </i>that he thought it was a term of endearment.<br/><br/>He supposed his ex had a sense of humor.<br/><br/>"Look, I don't want to be Armando's enemy, or yours. Maybe your husband can talk to him or something and snap him out of this mood he's in. I don't know him well enough to have any influence, but it seems to me like your brother is a good man. He was really trying to help the people out there. He didn't have to."<br/><br/>His eyes narrowed slightly as he considered the angry, frustrated, and worried woman before him. She seemed like a smart woman. At the very least, she was sharp. Leaning one hand on the top of the alcove frame he looked at her, his body blocking her from wayward eyes.<br/><br/>"What would you do if you were in my position? What can I do to help?"