Thea glared at him. As if he knows what they did--they are unforgivable. She stalked off, every muscle tense with fury. "I'll see you later. Be polite to Director D, will you?" She threw herself on her bed, feeling alone. No one had supported her; they had just looked on, waiting to see if she died or not. She sniffled, and rubbed her eyes. No idiot, don't cry. Don't be weak. She raised her head, and realized it was dinner time. Who cares? I'm not hungry; I'll only have to sit by myself anyway... oh, why are people so stubborn? She grabbed her disc, and ran down to the ocean, sitting there. She had brought a cleaning cloth with her, and she vented her anger on the cloth, rub, rub, rubbing it strongly on the disc until it gleamed. You're being very childish, said a voice in her head. "Oh, shut up," she whispered violently to it. Your temper got the better of you, it continued, and you started the whole thing. And now you're acting like that girl, Khepri was her name wasn't it?, defiled your father and mother, when it was you who did that! Shame on you, Thea. "What do you want me to do, apol--oh no. No, no, no. I can't apologize to her after all that!" The silence in her mind was answer enough. "Whatever. I'll do it later." She continued sitting there by the sea, gazing out over the water.










