A sharp gasp caught up in her throat as she watched the male stumble and brace himself against the wall, somewhere within she steeled herself and folded her arms across her chest, watching the male intently through narrowed cerulean hues.
She could still remember the pain of being branded, of having your entire life stripped away, and put on a timer. That she could sympathize with. This, she could not. After the initial shock wore off, they found themselves on the surface, a harsh landscape surrounding them. The group started off on a strong foot and moved to face down adversity. Threats posed before them, many threats, but they had triumphed. The inner will to live pushed them on.
Lightning was especially driven, to save her sister she would have done anything. Surely this man before her had something dear to him, something worth fighting for. There was no need to sit and mope, it was harsh — but welcome to reality.
"Describe it to me."
She echoed, head canting to the side slightly as her gaze intensified. The air of command had begun to blanket her once again, the strong voice she carried returning. True, she said she would help — but that doesn't encompass standing around giving half answers and letting valuable time go to waste.
"When I was branded, we put our heads together and pooled our memories. That was how we determined our focus. I'd suggest, for your sake, to get talking. The clock is ticking, Reno."
Her words were quick and concise, she spoke sternly, forcefully, but not motherly. Lightning addressed the Turk as she would address one of her equals, not the way a mother would coddle a child. The ex-Sergent wasn't going to strip him of respect or title, despite the predicament and his marred state, she still held a sense of respect for him.
This was the only way he would succeed, the only way she could help him was to be tough. That was how she'd triumphed in the past. Surely the same logic could apply here, similar situation after all.
