<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla’s eyes turned towards the game board sitting in front of her, while Alexi’s gaze shifted elsewhere, as if the two were thinking slowly. Eventually, their gaze turned towards each other, finally making eye contact.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">“We’ll do it.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc"> Alexi said softly, pensively. He took a deep breath, straightening up as his sister tucked one of her legs up under herself on the couch, resting her hand on top of his and giving it a reassuring squeeze. He’d been right, back in their father’s office. If they played this right, they would be far better off than they had been previously, despite the cost of their personal freedom. What more did they have to lose?</span>