#And then Ara descends into this terrorist shit and it sets the city in anarchy

[uroborosymphony]

Ara watches Yoona catch the helmet in a clumsy manner that is expected. A month and a half ago, the Quinn would have scoffed, take a little bit of pleasure in laughing at her for the simple task of catching something with her hands. Instead, her eyes remain on the other, pensive. There is nostalgia in her gaze if contemplating a sight that belongs to the past already. Grief. The weeks Ara has spent spiraling on her own slowly yet surely lead to Grief, the end of a chapter, the beginning of a new one. One she has decided to write without him, without Black Fang, one where the grandiosity of her insanity should be used for the final destination, her purpose. Yoona tries to hand the helmet back, declining the other, it is no surprise to Ara, again, in the end, Yoona does belong to a past she should leave behind. Loyalty is a beautiful thing, Yoona remains loyal to Black Fang and to that, Ara can only respect that. Black Fang has been remored to turn into a sinking ship ever since her departure : to stay on the deck is either hope that it might sail again, too. It might seems new as well - Quinn who would always leave a member in the cold for daring Not to follow her word, she's always been a tyrant. Today she is different, her army is Not her family, they are soldiers on the field with a task to take down every single strategic nest of the government. There is no sentiment, no attach, she knows these soldiers marching with her do not need for intimidation nor fear, as they all, collectively believe in an ideal that they consider stronger, grander than themselves.Her goal is to be efficient not loud - they are everywhere, construction workers, teachers, doctors, waiters, unsuspected and at night, they put their masks on to work on their part of the mission. She does not need to yell nor humiliate anymore, Faith is what guide her followers. If Yoona does not have faith, she wouldn't' be able to do what they do.

"Keep it. In the memory of me." Simply answers Quinn, understanding Yoona will never learn how to ride nor ride by her siide but... this helmet can stay with her, as a reminder of Quinn, if she cares that much. "From the background, you can actually. Our operations are all already in place, we are everything. We are waiting for the right moment to press the button. Soon, the city will be plunged into endless nights of chaos. A beautiful chaos we have orchestrated to escalade like a symphony of anarchy. Doom's day will be our final operation - we will march to Cheong Wa Dae. The Blue House will fall, and so will the persecutors in charge. My life will constantly be on the line. When I give you a call it will be a question of life or death, answer to it, yes? This place might be doomed, there are still useful means Black Fang possesses even if they don't seem to use it anymore. In the meantime, stay safe." Quinn closes to cabinet she was picking items in. Her job here is done. Her step hit the ground again, putting her new helmet on her head to complete her biker attire - the red dresses and the high heels are far gone. Ranger boots, and a full leather apparel. She then stands besides the door, her hand against the frame, not able to leave before asking that one and last question, looking above her shoulder. "Before I go. How is he..?"