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A friendly silence settled between the two as they both took long sips from their respective drinks.

Lux sighed, making the steam rising from her cup curve around her breath. "Fucking misogyny."

"Thank Christ-the-Buddha it isn't prevalent."

"So... we're both thinking it," Sasha started, leaning forwards, elbows on the earth-brown linoleum of the table. "Zero has a point."

"He does," Lux replied, with another, deeper sigh. "Signal is guilty--we both know it--but even if they weren't, it wouldn't matter."

"So what do we do?"

"What can we do?" Lux asked back. "Either we pull out, meaning that Signal will definitely get a sham trial, or we stick around, and lend legitimacy to a trial that isn't legitimate at all."

"And if Zero was going to ask for a mistrial, he'd have done it already," Sasha agreed. "That's where most of my questions lie, actually. The fuck is he doing?"

"I have no idea," Lux grumbled. Her shoulders raised as her head sunk, making her look rather sulky. "The moment that riots broke out on the Tenacity, the judge was willing to give a mistrial. She doesn't feel any better about this than we do."

"Yeah. You can see it on her face." Sasha drummed her fingers against the side of her coffee mug. "I guess we'll just have to see how this pans out, then go from there."