<strong>Sullivan "Sully" Grosvenor  (mid 2008, age: 15)</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Flat<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Emily<br/><br/>"I find it hard to believe She could be ignorant of the position it puts us in. She knew about the Council of Venice, so I bet she knew their rules; and that we'd be ignorant of it all. Besides that,  She wants us to<em>fight</em>. You know, the ones that are likely to straight up kill us? If we're lucky... if not, they might take their sweet time." If he sounded defeat when he spoke... well, given his viewpoint, which may or may not be fully aligned with the reality of their situation, who could blame him? For Sully, there was nothing but doom and gloom, and the world itself was a gross caricature, where even the innocent smiles of other children were a disturbing rictus.<br/><br/>He sighed a bit, and just  kept cuddling into her, finding at least some small degree of solace in her being there. He wrapped an arm around her, but made no effort to restrict her movement or anything; just a sort of return gesture. "Opportunity arose, she seized it. We were in the wrong place at the wrong time. Most of the tragedies of the world are exactly like that. And now we're stuck with chains that can't be broken."