As Gerswhin rushed to him, hugged him, Cody let his arms slide around her, trying to comfort her, to try and make things better simply...he was probably fooling himself. How could he say it would be better? They were being hunted. Who knew what had been done to them? He sighed softly, at her words, and reached to stroke her hair, his touch gentle. 

"I'm not going to let you be hurt again, if I can help it, Gerswhin. We're safe here. My light cannot be broken"

He spoke with confidence, knowing it was true. By creating walls of light, Cody could keep the room safe, even if the walls were taken down. He could keep them safe, so long as there was light he could replenish himself with. 

"It will be okay"

He would make it okay, no matter what it took. He would make it so they were safe, so that they wouldn't have to fear being taken in again, or killed. So they wouldn't be hunted again and again, for the rest of their lives, no matter how short that was. Because the alternative was to just lay down and die. 

"I promise. I will make it so"

He didn't know how. But he would. He was briht, intelligent. He could figure it out. He could do this. Even if it took everything he had, he would do it. There had to be something. Anything. He closed his eyes, weary.  Drawing a breath, Cody began to softly sing. It was all he had right then, and he sought to inspire hope. 

His voice rose and fell with the song, something meaningless, really. Yet often it wasn't the words, but the tone, the feeling of the song. And a part of Cody always put his soul into a song. He trailed off slowly, the music seeming to hang around for a moment or two, before disappitating. He weaved light a moment, around the stairs, the walls to strengthen them, He would keep them safe. 

Swallowing, he looked down to Gerswhin, to see how she was. 

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Maria was just contemplating the pros and cons of throwing something into the screen, for a second, as she gripped her desk tightly, digging her fingers into the desk. She looked up as Viccar entered, her expression blank, the fury toiling within her hidden. Which was probably more dangerous then normal. She rose slowly, smoothly. 

Her nostrials flared, the only sign of anger she let show. "Talk to them? Pray tell, Viccar, who will talk to them? No one can get close, the one person that did, thanks to those Russian Assholes, screwed up, and is now running around calling herself "Destiny", while the team sent to secure two children has now screwed up so much, that exposure beyond anything we can deal with has now been seen by the world. 

Who will go talk to them? You?" She laughed, shaking her head