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"We're going the same way, dumbass," she replied flatly. "I have to do it. You don't." * * * (Zoop?)
"No, I just think you've caused enough problems, don't you?" she replied. * * * "I'm pretty easygoing."
She followed him, glowering at him back. "Go back to the classroom, Maverick." * * * "I see. Well, you've convinced me."
"You may as well have," she said with the severity of a war general. "The warning I had to offer would have been taken if you hadn't felt the...
She looked over at him, looking more than a little frustrated. "You realize," she said coldly, pointing at the body, "that this girl is dead...
She stood up slowly, dragging her eyes from the body to look over at him. "Probably. The vision I had faded after we approach it." * * * "Oh,...
She frowned, kneeling down next to the body and waving her glowing hand over the mouth. As they watched, the light flickered and she pursed her...
They moved through the hallways and Theresa slowed to a stop before she frowned, muttering something under her breath. Her hand glowed with light...
She opened her mouth before it happened. A scream cut through the darkness, terrified and in pain. Theresa jerked her head towards the noise and...
She frowned, but this was more thoughtful. "I think I do. I had a vision," she said worriedly. After a moment, she shot a glare at him. "But...
"Right, well," she said slowly, looking over at him. "You don't do anything you don't want to do, right? God forbid you to have some sense of...
She walked in the darkness for a while, her bright eyes narrowing suspiciously. After a while, she spoke. "You should go back to class."
Theresa walked through the halls, her gladius drawn as she moved quietly. She was hoping that her visions were flawed, like the newspaper...
“Oh, I listen plenty,” Sylas replied. “I just don’t use the information I learn to try to be better than everyone else.” “That’s enough, both of...
Sylas looked over at her with one brow raised. "Little Miss Angel gets a makeover and suddenly thinks she's better than everyone, huh?" he...
"I'm sure," she said flatly, standing up and grabbing her helmet. Mags looked up with a frown. "Theresa, dear, the class isn't over. Please...
She looked over at him in disgust, still looking preoccupied. "Why do you care?" she replied, her voice low and grave.
Her lower eyelid twitched and she took a deep breath, returning to the present. She looked around nervously, rubbing her temple as she tried to...
Back in the classroom, Theresa's white eyes started glowing in the gloom.
"How dare you," he replied. "I could stay silent for years."
