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Cardia bowed before Leonhardt slowly, looking around at his troops with a scrutinous gaze. “What are you here for?” She questioned, standing tall amidst the sea of yellow. React to Dangerous Situations, Chapter Three, Point Seventeen, she recited in her head. When danger surrounds you, do not cower in fear. Stand with determination as if nothing will bring you down.
Cardia fought to keep her glove on as her mind told her to take it off. All of the research notes that her father left for her (or perhaps left accidentally) reverberated in her mind, reminding her that the poison she wielded could protect her from danger. The thoughts of her father fought the thoughts of her experiences, which told her that showing her poison to the men in yellow could make them hate her and want to hurt her even more so. All of those thoughts also fought her own thoughts about the matter...
I do not want to cause pain.
Cardia’s hands trembled of their own volition as the dogs at the soldiers’ feet growled at her. Don’t bite me, she attempted to say, but her mouth couldn’t open. Don’t hurt yourself. Run away. She looked back up at Leonhardt, her hands joining together at her chest as she awaited his reply. She could feel her bravado faltering with the knowledge that someone would get hurt soon.
So much for determination.
