"Are you okay?" Upon noticing that Tracy was way too quiet, Finn turned to look at her with concern in his eyes.
"I am alright; it's nothing serious, just a work hassle," she replied. Ignoring the group that was about to start a war, she turned around and headed to a quiet corner. She didn't want to talk with this bunch of arrogant and oblivious bullies, but she had had enough of them. Enough of their ignorance and enough of their pretence.
[ If you all had stepped in before these poor mortals lost their lives, then I wouldn't have had to step in between. You all are fucking forgetting the very fact that the very reason that you all could survive all those treacherous centuries was because these mortals kept their faith in you all. Because they prayed for you. The least you could have done was to answer them and even if you cannot fucking do that, which is funny because this is your job, you could have at least put a stop to Morga and her atrocities–Tracy.]
