[Ishu]

November 30th, Chicago; Base. 8:40 - 12pm.

Eve spoke as the two leaders fought off their followers, "This isn't just a game. This is a war. It's a war about power, position, strength and ideals that you have to believe in." She watched Aiolia and Elek fend off their own people. "If you can't trust and believe in your leaders, you will no longer hold onto their ideals and you will lose the will to fight- for them. If your leaders fail to believe in you, the fight in themselves for you and the ideals they have spread will wither away and you will all die." She watched as the fighting continued, each side becoming more heated.

When someone was knocked back too far, she shoved them back in. Others would do the same, growing a similar mentality as to what Eve was trying to teach. "Don't let a few people rule you without being heard. Don't let them walk away from this with a sense of entitlement and assurance to their positions. Tell them, with your bare hands, exactly how you feel. Your frustrations, your desires, and just how much you are worth." The blows were coming on harder and Aiolia wasn't taking it well though Elek kept going.

"When it comes down to the moment of life or death, when it is between oneself and those of a whole, who do you think will make the sacrifice? The people- because they believe only their leader can hold to an ideal and spread it again. This isn't true." Everything was becoming more intense. "You are the people- the power, the voice. You can spread this ideal too. Make them earn their right to rule!" She yelled the last part of it, truly believing it.

Aiolia wasn't doing well and, as they had been trained to do, they pulled her back into the fight. "Neither of you will leave until you are unconscious, beaten and bruised from the contempt of your lap-dogs and those sworn into your servitude. Unless you can beat them all," she looked to Elek, likely challenging him as he approached, "and then me." She was ready and tense, as usual, but they were both crossing lines of the other, each party having feet pulling them forward like two cars about to crash.

December 1st, Chicago; Base. 12:30AM

She smiled, practically beaming with light, as he gave her the good news and told her he was happy she came to seem him. Alice looked over his arm and gave a slow nod, turning to him, "This is all good news. Did they say when you could use it? Or maybe when you will be better?" She didn't want to bother him with how she'd felt rather lonely all day and how she'd wanted to come see him but hadn't been allowed.

It wasn't important. All that mattered was that he would get better. She moved a hand over his and held onto it, gently comforting him this way.