Her eyes wide with admiration, the words fall from her like an endless waterfall. The sparkle in her eyes is admirable, you must admit, but she is teetering on a very thin and dangerous line.

Piper, as per usual, was entailing you about everything that was happening right now. Caitlyn and her posse, Jinx and her oh so brilliant acts of heroism. Piper was odd, very at that, but nobody could deny the passion in her voice.

In her mother's warmly lit lab, you watched as Piper walked back and forth, the words falling into the air.

"I cannot understand why we fight fear with more fear! Jinx's acts were one of revolution, a symbol. Caitlyn's acts?"

She scoffs lightly, leaning against a table, fiddling with a hex nut.

"She's impractical. To target innocent people for one girl?"

She tolls her eyes, placing the nut down and walking over to you. She takes a seat beside you, nudging you lightly with her shoulder.

"Maybe we should revolt, this council doesn't care about the people. They just want war."