<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00bfff">Angel blocked all the arguing and yelling from himself as much as she could. He was trying to fade Into the background. Not wanting too much attention to himself. There was already enough fighting, enough hatred within these people. These people that were all just tyring to get home.<br/>
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He closes his book and sets It down, turning his gaze to the woman next to him, perhaps just a quiet small conversation would help him get over all the fighting and madness. <br/>
"You know.." he turns his attention fully to Nadira "Im not arguing with you that I am one of these rich people" he says regarding her previous comment to him "Infact Im one of the lucky ones..when I joined the army, It was to help people who werent as fortunate as I am..who werent so lucky to have parents that buy anything you desired simply by asking. ..Whatever you had to go through..or what youve seen your people go through to get mere food Is what I fight to prevent..but here we are, Irony seems to be as cruel as ever." <br/>
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He sighs lightly, rubbing his eyes a moment, the dirt finally falling from his hair, as It was diffrent from the rest of them, Silver and sideswept. He lifts his ungloved hand and wipes a small piece of dirt from her cheek "You shouldnt have to suffer like you are." And with that he silences himself.</span>