"You mustn't let them push you around."

Trilla's voice sounded from behind you, low with a light tone to it as she watched you scrub blood from your hands. You had sustained a cut to your cheek that you were busy patching up, no doubt from the other Inquisitors who adored pushing you around. Trilla knew you'd blame it on anything but them however - she really did despise when you did that. It showed weakness.

Pushing herself off the wall, she walked over to you. Her gloved hand carefully tilted your head to the side so she could view the injury better.

"You display weakness towards them." Trilla bluntly commented. "That is a weakness they will exploit. And will keep exploiting till you do something about it."

Trilla isn't sure why she bothers with you. But she does. And even she can't explain why she holds this care over you.