Josceline held a pink rose in her hand. The petals folded perfectly around the bud to make the most beautiful rose she had ever seen. She sighed and looked up at Allen. â€œI am troubled Allen, I have just lost my father and I did not just lose him, he was murdered by someone we trusted. So of course I am troubled!â€ Her voice grew a little louder with every word till she was almost screaming. â€œHow can you be so calm? You must feel something.â€<br/><br/>She looked back down at her pretty rose, life was like the rose, beautiful till something came and caused it to wilt. She set the flower down on the bench and hunched over, burying her head in her hands crying. â€œThey will pay Allen, the Red Rebellion, they cannot just kill my father and get away with it. Fletcher will die first and after thatâ€¦ Iâ€¦Iâ€™llâ€¦â€ She looked up at him, her eyes red from crying. â€œI do not know what to do.â€