#aguiila

        “...it’s a useless effort,” she tells him. He probably hadn’t even noticed her presence until she spoke. In front of them, two other Fraccion look close to fighting it out, “They argue all of the time.” Once his attention is on her, Xenia looks back towards him, propped up against the wall, arms limp by her sides. Her posture is loose - a bit too comfortable for many people tastes. 

        Just because he may not care for the wellbeing of others, Xenia still can’t understand how he allows pointless violence to happen in front of him that quickly. Blood marred the walls, sprinkled over the floor - staining the white with ease and spreading to form blotches of red, “Fighting like this doesn’t aid us in any way.”

        She can admit to being a little curious. Xenia’s dark eyes flicker over to his figure - he is pressed against the wall, and she surely doesn’t want to pass by him without saying anything.