<div style="text-align: justify">Even though she spoke to her first, Mallory was in shock when the prey spoke back. In her eyes, prisoners never spoke back - even if asked. After all, when did a single predator gave a damn about what a prey had to say? Militia did not have time to listen to the scoundrels they hunted; it was stated very clearly during the training, the words of rebels compared to poison which drips slowly into one's organism and mind. Listen to one, you will listen to countless more - and perhaps, just perhaps, you will start to think you see reason behind their words...<br/>
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But the words she'd heard were not the ones to make anyone's mind falter. Mallory blinked at the girl in front of her, dumbfound at the ironic and snarky commentary. Clenching her square-ish jaw, the young officer grabbed the younger female's arm and dragged her up from her knees. She slammed her against the wall where they'd just heard the fleshy thud. "On a leash, huh?" She whispered to the other woman's ear. "Why don't you go and ask him, then?"<br/>
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She flinched a bit, as if ready to open the door and leave their safe spot. Deep down, though, the dark haired woman knew that nothing in this world could force her to face Victor Lavonne in this moment. Militia fought rebels with cold steel and rebels opposed militia with a passion, but the man in the center of it - Lavonne himself - was like a black hole, devouring everything in his wake, friend and enemy alike. Mallory shuddered slightly against the smaller body next to her.<br/>
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"Don't even try and wipe your dirty little face with things <i>you </i>have no understanding of." The taller woman said, narrowing her eyes. Grabbing Jane's wrists with one hand, she began to look through her pockets quickly. A curse left her mouth when she noticed lack of anything to subdue the girl with; even if she had anything before, it was gone now, lost in the crazy run. "I'm sure all your little rat friends are going to consider themselves heroes of Dome before anyone gets to sleep tonight." Mallory continued in hushed, cold tone, though nervousness tugged at her words here and there. "You'll have a chance to ask the citizens whether they see you as a hero, knowing what you did, as you stand on the platform too, with an old rope on your pretty little neck."<br/>
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With a growl, Mallory took her small scarf off, preparing to wrap it around the other girl's wrists. At first, she ignored the question about Victor entirely. But if there was one thing Mallory figured they could both agree on and understand - it was his cruelty. She kept quiet for another moment and then spoke slowly. "Lavonne is a side on his own." A whisper came finally. "Militia needs butchers, no?" Mallory smirked. "After all, we <i>are </i>dealing with cattle."<br/>
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