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The snapping sounds of twigs and coal under their boots echoed through the air. Laurel held the strap of the bag as she stared into the distance. They walked in a straight line, their black suits contrasting against the ashen landscape.
Tina's yellow dress stuck out like a sore thumb. Laurel looked down, only to find Tina gazing up at her with those innocent, wide eyes.
Since the fight with Alexander, she had noticed that Tina had been strangely quiet, but she kept catching her gaze now and then.
"Tell me, what do you have to say?" Laurel asked, her voice slicing through the air, drawing the attention of the soldiers behind them.
Tina pursed her lips, stealing glances at her again.
"Say it, you don't have to be afraid to talk to me," Laurel said again, flashing a polite smile at her.
