<div style="text-align: justify;">Magdalene kept watching Gerome and at the same time thinking about her life. About her past in a small town. About her present in that car, with that man, and soon meeting Liane at the mall. It was pretty anxiety-inducing, but Magdalene was intent on doing everything right. She would do as she was told, and try to learn as much as she possibly could. Even if it meant asking every question under the sun. <br/><br/>Shifting her focus back to Gerome, the girl listened to what he had to say. With a soft sigh, Magdalene placed her hand over Gerome's once again. This time, though, she was trying to offer him some comfort. Seeing his family being killed in that way would have killed a weaker person, of that Magdalene was sure. She knew she wouldn't have survived it.<br/><br/>Strangely, Magdalene felt none of the contempt she had been taught to feel for criminals. It wasn't like Gerome had chosen this life. No, this life had chosen him. This was different. He hadn't really gone out and sought out a criminal organization and asked to be recruited. <br/><br/>When the man changed the subject, Magdalene nodded. <span style="color: #8000FF">"I know you will, Gerome. I trust you, and I'm sure I'll learn to like and trust Liane as well"</span>. No, she wasn't sure of anything. Except of one thing - that she wanted to stay in the city and make good. And for that, she would have to make sacrifices. And - after hearing Gerome's story - she was starting to consider that Anthony was actually a good person hid under that facade. <br/><br/><span style="color: #8000FF">"You can count on me as well, Gerome. For anything, from a conversation to homemade cookies"</span>, the girl joked, trying to lift both their spirits. As the car got close to the mall, Magdalene bit her lower lip. She was really nervous about how things would go. <span style="color: #8000FF">"Everything will be okay"</span>, she murmured softly, more to herself.</div>