choose love.

The anger radiates off Liam like a newly sparked flame. It isn't anything she hasn't witnessed before but, it certainly resonates with her. Here's the thing, she figures, however, she can get mad - or she can get even. "Right. He's a rat bastard who did unspeakable things to me as a child." Eleanor sighs, "And probably many others -- " ( if only she knew... ) Lennie's voice trails off, she shutters at the prospect. There'd always been a part of Len that was wary of the staff, how he could treat and abuse them, throwing about his way with power as he if he truly had the authority to. But -- it's all temporary. Too temporary. "Liam - I need you here. I need you to stay as level headed as you can. -- They don't get rid of us. We get rid of them." She softly reminds him, hazel irises sparkling with affirmation dripping in sorrow.