❛❛ be quiet. i’m trying to plan a rebellion. ❜❜
“Rebellions are difficult to plan though–”Lyra mumbles through a mouthful of fried calamari and wide eyes. “Are you sure you’re gonna go through with what you said?” This would be a good valuable information for her to have had access to, if it were any true. Someone in Myeongcho attempting a futile rebellion–Lyra wanted to laugh a little.
With the amount of gangs and the struggling MPD, the chances of a rebellion planned on a whim succeeding would be more than just unbelievably low–though, the young woman found that she didn’t really mind such an idea. After all, Lyra’s allegiance never really lay with her gang. Being “given” meant that her loyalties still lay with The Unspeakables rather than with Hydrus, even then, not many knew of the rather naive and innocent woman’s association as one of the hitmen in that particular gang.
“What are you gonna start with? Weapons? Gathering masses?” The fried calamari plate lays agonisingly empty in front of them, and Lyra bemoans quietly the tragically small amount of food that had vanished behind her lips. Her fingers quickly find their next target, aiming for the strawberry lollipop not a distance away, the crinkle of the sweet wrapper being unwrapped from the half melted candy crackling between them. “I can help with people. I’m good with people.”