<div style="text-align: center">《 Anise 》​</div><br/>"We have each other. That isn't nothing," she snapped. Shoes.. a jacket. Was it worth it getting separated from her brother? She was wearing slippers but she didn't care. "A target? For who? Not like the necros discriminate."<br/><br/>Their arguments were put momentarily aside as Brian was shot down. Ezra's hand went reflexively to his weapon again. What would he had done if the guard had turned towards them? Luckily, the man was focused on Armando, and had not turned to look behind himself.  Ezra was apologizing and Rebel was ushering them down a hallway. She hadn't expected it to happen, but it was one of her anxious fears come true. Most of those had simply been her mind playing up irrationally, but this day it had played out in front of her face. She shook her head.<br/><br/>She looked skeptically at Rebel, and then Armando some paces behind them. Her heart was pounding, but she was quiet in her panic and unease, unlike some of the others. No tears, just a stifling feeling like the walls were closing in around her. She wanted out of Abendblume. Even if they'd come forward to explain this as some test; some cruel joke, even if Brian had popped up and laughed that deep laugh of his, she would never stay another night within the community. It was not safe, and in her heart, it never would be again. Perhaps safety was a luxury of the past, something she had largely taken for granted.<br/><br/>"Nowhere is safe," she told Ezra, matter of fact. Like they should have known this place was too good to be true. "It isn't your fault. We just believed it for a moment. We can't do that."