Shouting. It was something she’d come to expect with every new round of recruits. Over the years, it’d become the one thing she could count on, the one constant that never changed despite the cycling out of faces. His voice, though, it was so loud.<span style="font-style: italic">Due to my injuries, no doubt…</span>came a tired thought as she continued to breathe, to listen to what was being said around her and hoping Wryn would be able to handle the influx of questions.<br/><br/>A sharp intake of breath came next, her brows pulling together as she felt the last of her organs shifting to the correct spots, and then it all felt better; Worn, but certainly better. The next thing she heard was thanks. It was excited, which she expected, but to be so focused on how he could repay her, rather than where he was, struck her as odd.<span style="font-style: italic">Maybe, he hasn’t noticed yet…</span>came another thought, trying for a smile, one that flickered over her features before disappearing and trying to stand, only to find arms around her.<br/><br/>That was something she hadn’t noticed before, being held. So into the healing she’d been that someone holding her didn’t register. Now that it was, she didn’t want to be that close.<br/><br/>As he helped her stand, she glanced in his direction for but the span of a heartbeat, meeting his eyes for even less time than that before giving her own thanks. Her voice was quiet, partly due to Wryn now addressing the crowd, while the other part of it was purely out of habit. “Merci, monsieur…” A curtsy was given, her head dipping as did the rest of her, a little shaky on her feet but fine otherwise. Then, without regaining that eye contact, she moved to Wryn’s side, hands held in front of her, gaze downcast.<br/><br/>She went unnoticed, however, as Cassius was wholly into this spiel being given. His arms remained crossed, eyes boring into Wryn’s, not bothering to deviate from his form.<span style="font-style: italic">Yes…</span>came a bemused thought, accompanied by an eye roll.<span style="font-style: italic">This is the time to crack jokes of how ‘handsome’ you are…right.</span>But, he didn’t jump in. He let the man, the asshole in question, get through the entirety of his explanation—a piss poor one, at that—before asking his own question.<br/><br/>“Ah, yes…because, this is how it works, right?” His voice was low, waiting for his attention. Once received, he continued. “‘The cards’ pick us, and we’re stuck here…With you, and Wonder Woman over there, along with whatever gods you claim we’re to serve; If we’re not damned, that is.” His brow lifted, jaw clenching just a bit. “Sounds like we’re already damned if we’ve been brought here, with no say in the matter, and only you to keep us in line. Where are these gods, hmm? Enlighten us. With whom are we to be spending our immortality with? Or, is that classified while we rot in this ‘new home’ you plan on keeping us in?”