Isabel took in a deep breath  as she gratefully accepted her water that was being handed out. Truth be told, despite the fact that her exterior was as calm and collected as always, beneath the skin she wondered just how long she had left before she hit the broiling point and snapped. She knew that the federation was just hanging them out to dry, and that it was only a matter of time before the whole base just collapsed and they all ended up dying as villains. That wasn't going to be how she died, she refused to accept that. She only had one or two more of these engagements left in her before she finally snapped, and she wasn't exactly sure what was going to happen when she finally hit that point. For now she kept quiet and obeyed orders, drinking slowly and carefully as she mulled over her thoughts and tried to plan out her moves as cautiously as she could. She knew that the federation was a ticking time bomb at this point, and she refused to be around to see it detonate.<br/><br/>...........................................<br/><br/>Like Isabel, Jillian was damn near at the broiling point, though it was for completely different reasons then why Isabel was about to have a mental breakdown. She couldn't stand the way that Acar was treating Lucille, using the injured little girl like she was nothing more then a tool to be used to further his own damned political agenda. During her free time she did a bit of research on modern medical technology concerning burn wounds, and she realized that it would take even a combat hospital almost a third of the time that it was taking these people to treat Lucille, as though they were slow rolling her treatment on purpose to milk out Zeon's righteous fury for as long as possible. These were the kinds of people who gained power in the Zeon faction, the world never seemed to change no matter where she went. She had honestly been slacking off the last couple of days, and a few rumors about her falling sick began to spread around the camp when she refused to leave her tent even when she wasn't fighting. Today, though, she was waiting for Catrina to get back from her run. Whenever Catrina got back, she'd find the Redhead waiting patiently in her chair, a bag slung across her back.<br/>"I've made a decision today, Catrina..."<br/><br/>She was going to leave Zeon. There was no possible way in hell that she was ever going to be able to return to federation territory, not when she was born and raised there and had seen firsthand that they were just as bad as Zeon, but she knew she couldn't stay here. Zeon winning this war wouldn't give her the kind of world she wanted.