Isabel watched the news broadcast in it's entirety, turning her gaze downwards when it was finished. She wasn't entirely sure what to say, but she knew that things were about to get several shades more serious in this battlefield. The Federation was now being painted as the bad guys because of their unit's command, and that meant that Zeon was going to be getting considerably more support and backing from their side of the battlefield while Federation HQ would most likely cut it's ties with the Africa branch in order to save face and say that they wanted nothing to do with the attack. In her mind, Isabel had to wonder who handed down those orders... What Federation fat cat was responsible for the massacre that took place today? Did they feel it? Did they understand what they had done? No... probably not.<br/><br/>This was their problem and they had to deal with it. Oddly enough, Isabel felt most at home in this kind of situation, a situation where the odds were rapidly stacking up against them and they were fighting against a force far superior to their own. She spent her entire teenage life fighting in exactly that kind of battle, after all.<br/><br/>..........................................................<br/><br/>Jillian still found herself sitting by Catrina's side, not wanting to leave her. Nevertheless, she turned on the TV and watched Acar's announcement about how they would deliver 'vengeance' upon the Federation. Her fist clenched, and she just about reached her broiling point watching it, though it wasn't for the reasons that most people would think. "That pig... That fucking pig... He's using Lucille to further his own political agenda..." Acar didn't care about her, she was just a tool to be used and discarded once he was done with her. This battle, once Acar emerged victorious, would likely shower him with accommodations and medals, and possibly even a full promotion as well. He was riding on Lucille's back towards his own future success, hoping to get into the higher branches of Zeon's chain of command... Was every General like this? Were they all just a bunch of self serving monsters that didn't care about the people beneath them? Perhaps it was because she was seeing the rise of one firsthand, but it absolutely made Jillian sick, and it kinda shattered her faith in the Zeon political system to think about it.<br/><br/>But that was politics in general, she supposed... For as long as there were politics, there were horrible people behind the scenes using the people beneath them as stepping stones in order to get to higher and higher levels of power. Some countries used outright violence and civil war to achieve their goals, while others wore suits and fought their battles with words and paper. That was the sort of thing that needed to stop, and the desire to change Earth to something better, destroy the corruption, was what sent Earth-born Jillian over to Zeon in the first place.<br/><br/>She reached over and gently squeezed Catrina's hand, thinking deeply about her own future, the actions that she would have to take if she really wanted to create the kind of world that she wanted. The more she thought about it, the more she realized that her goals didn't line up with the kind of world that Zeon was trying to make... Nor that of the Federation. If that was the case, she would have to take matters into her own hands. Nevertheless, that idea terrified her. She knew that this was a path she'd likely walk alone at first, and that her friends, even Catrina, would likely never forgive her for turning 'traitor' the way that she was thinking about.