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Sitting on the upper floor railing in the storehouse Roman has set up as his latest base of operations, Neo's mismatched gaze watches Cinder as she explains the latest shift in the plan. A roll of her eyes draws them over to Emerald, who seems to be hanging off of her every word, and to the other one -- who looks as if he couldn't care less about whether or not he was there.
Dropping down from her perch to land carefully beside him, the small girl crosses her arms and tilts her head, a brow arching upward as she regards him.












