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Infuriated would have insulted the capacity of the emotion he felt as he watched Lucinda slip away while bodies pushed him opposite. The image replayed in his head, now, as he stood on the carpet of his living room. It was reckless and inefficient, and he has clearly opposed the idea. The dangers that both surrounded her, Emma, and himself only amplified when separated. In that moment, her appearance before him did not bring about the same curiosity as her presence normally did. Instead, his voice was low, keeping the spike in his words, just beneath his collar; pushed down and presentable. She seemed unharmed on the surface, he didn’t bother with formalities. “I told you not to go alone. We lose the ability to communicate information properly when separated. If you got hurt, or I got hurt without the other there, we would have been useless to Emma. You’re smart, Lucinda. I expected much more from you.” He wondered in that moment, her track record with tasks given to her by their alliance. Were planned attacks more suited, was the chaos what pushed her into a different a head space. He doubted the later, knowing full well her capabilities; but that didn’t stop his opinion that their chances of survival in such a situation would have benefit from remaining together.