<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff">Angel seemed to replace his usual lazy, uncaring expression with a saddned one. He stood there, back against the wall. Hearing what the Matser Sargent was saying made him feel sick. Perhaps he was the only one not directly thinking about savagely raping the women In the party.<br/>
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"I cant believe this" he manages to mutter out. Eyes on Teyha as she offred to help with the cooking, flashing her a smile. Before walking over next to Nadira, and taking a seat beside her. Resting his gear on the floor next to him.<br/>
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His eyes avert to his pouches. Reaching into the most secure one, he pulls out what normally people would think to be something Extremley Important for survival. Instead he pulled out a book, Ironicly to all, A romance Novel. <br/>
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"What wrong has she done to be taken so lightly?" He motions with his head towards Nadira " Like an Insect to fuck every time we get bored?..Does she have no say?" It seemed he was adressing himself and room, more than he was master sargent. Perhaps him and Teyha were the only ones with not such cruel Intentions towards their own party. He seemed to think they were no better than the people they were trying to kill.</span>