Caora was apprehensive of Bliss' departure, and bit his lip as he clutched on to her. While he did accept being alone with Mary, he still found it uncomfortable, and so he pouted, slouching over the table like a child.
"Okay. See you later, Bliss."Mary also felt awkward, and wiped her eyes as she calmed down. She finally had a chance to talk to Caora, but she had no idea what to even say; when she thought about it, despite having been after him for a while, there was very little she actually knew about Caora as a person.
"So, Caora..." She started, and noticed that Aleecia sit nearby. It looked like she wanted to talk to her, since her empty gaze landed in their direction. Caora cotninued slouching, and only gave a quick glance. Mary decided it could help if if there was another person Caora could feel safe with.
"Hey Aleecia. Would you like to join our table-"Both the Infinite Streamer and Infinite Trap were startled by the sound coming from the intercom. They recognized Cyrus' voice coming from it, and Caora shuddered.
"Emergency? What happened, Fang?" He asked his doll, looking into his button eyes.
Mary felt bad that he considered her less of a person to talk to than a doll of all things, but she let it be.
"Let's wait and see, Caora," she said, and nervously twiddled her thumbs; she expected another tragedy...Another murder.
People soon gathered, and Mary held her sides, shivering in fright. Caora kept staring at the other Infinites with wide eyes, his lip trembling like a sad little thing. Then, Cyrus burst thing, and brought them up to speed. Mary gasped, and put her hands to her mouth.
"Krista?" Caora blinked, and held his doll tighter. He shook in place.
"Pun lady or blind lady..." He whispered.
"I don't want to lose either!" Mary was dismayed, unsure what to think. She still had her hangups over her contributing indirectly to Mondatta's death, and even if she knew it wasn't right of her to blame the Infinite Violinist, she couldn't help but be conflicted.
"Krista...Is there anything we can do? They're killer robots decked out in all those weapons. Don't you remember what happened to Shona? We'd just be slaughtered."The Infinite Streamer gasped at Aleecia's offer. Of course the sweet angel would be willing to be a martyr, and she hated it!
"Aleecia, you can't!" She felt the anxiety kick in, clawing at her from the inside. She began breathing a bit quicker, and an arm slowly slid up to her hair, as if it was something comforting for her to touch, maybe even tug on. However, she stopped herself when Thomas Herringsson began speaking. He was one of the countless of new patients that had been thrown into this sick game, to replace those that are gone. How many days has it actually been since she was locked up in there? An uneasy feeling came over her from the fact she had forgotten. Thomas used very sophisticated language, to the point the Infinite Streamer had a bit of difficulty following, but his main point did come across; either they fight, they do nothing, or give Aleecia to Nariko.
"Are you a computer?" Caora asked Thomas, and pouted.
"You sound like one."Mary sighed. She didn't know how to feel about anything being logical.
"I agree with Max, we can't think in numbers. Krista's not just a statistic." Caora rocked in place, feeling like a child right in the middle of his arguing parents, shouting over him in angry voices. All this shouting caused his inner side to come out...And then it stopped, washed away by the sound of static, and a familiar voice.
"Bad man..." He spoke, and now went over to Bliss to clutch at her side.
Mary was in shock at seeing Davis again.
"You fucking bastard!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. She took her shoe, and threw it at the monitor. It missed, hitting a wall, but she was still seething, with tears in her eyes.
Caora was frightened by the commotion around him, and buried his face into Bliss' dress.
"Make it stop, Bliss!"He pleaded. Mary took deep breaths, and went to retrieve her shoe, looking at it with a dead expression.
"I...I want to see Krista again. I want to tell to her face how I feel. She's just going to give one of her awful puns, but...She won't understand if she's dead. So, I'll help. I don't know how, but I'll try." Caora slowly turned his head at Mary, and blinked. He waved, and went back to holding onto Bliss; it was clear he didn't want anything to do with the drama.