Rotten to the Core

[Loyola]

Loyola nods, sliding down into the chair, she seemed to be overly relaxed and generally friendly. She listened to Ruby politely, trying to read her emotional state apparently too. It didn't seem like regular depression, but legitimate disappointment in everything. Loyola could play on that and probably make things easier for them both.

— Oh, I understand that it's hard to get motivated and be productive when you are surrounded by miserable idiots. I have one thing in mind that will give you a drive, but it will also lead you to be more... destructive I suppose? I mean, if you don't like things happening around you and want to have a revenge of sort, that thing might be just for you.

Loyola sighed, taking a sip of brandy that would slightly burn her mouth. Ruby could notice how strangely the voice of the Outcast was vibrating along with the music that was played. At some point, she could have start guessing what is going on here.

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