"I'm an enemy of the Reds and the Revolutionaries too. The Revolutionaries got my mentor killed and I hate the Reds with everything I have," Sylvia replied, putting her shotgun on her back where it had belonged. She looked at the girl who was now replacing a string on her bow. She dug out her strings, which were stronger and more durable. "Here," she said, handing one to the girl, "It shouldn't break like that one..."