Tink winced, feeling as if she'd been shot at hearing the prospect of being reassigned. The two of them had been nearly inseparable since they had befriended one another as children and couldn't think of what life would become without her best friend by her side. In all honesty Tink didn't believe in how the Brotherhood conducted business like some anti-Robin Hood figure, stealing from the poor to make themselves richer and giving back the poor the leftovers when they were finished. If it wasn't for Kate, then she probably would have run away from the BOS a long time ago.
	Exile didn't seem so bad... She had been trying to convince Kate for a few years now for them to leave together, but knew that wasn't going to ever happen. Even if they were exiled, Tink had the feeling Kate would begin to hate her for getting them into this situation if they were banished from their home because being a scribe meant everything to her. Although she secretly wished for the poorer outcome, she hated herself for even wishing that upon them because she wanted Kate to be content despite her own happiness. Everything was always for Kate.
	As Tink stared over at her, she could practically see their life outside the bunkers. It wasn't all country cottages and white-washed fences with a dog running around in the front yard, but it would have been [b][i]their[/i][/b] lives to be lived as they saw fit. A life that was too much of a fantasy to be within reach. A soft sigh escaped her lips and she couldn't help but shake her head in disbelief. A dreamer could dream, but in the face of the situation, reality always reigned as king.
	"I hope you're right, Kate...or wrong for that matter." She sighed softly. "I don't want us to be separated, but if that's what you want to risk...then I'll abide to your wishes." Unable to tolerate her gaze any longer, she looked away from the both of them as she tried swallowing the lump in her throat in a futile attempt.