Garnet stared at Zidane incredulously. The insinuation that among their gathered lot, were betrayers, others quietly plotting their own ideas, was even worse than the clear and present clash of ego's at the meetings. At one time she might flat-out refused to believe such a thing, but in the course of one day, things had changed drastically. Vayne had done nothing but good for Gaia, and yet someone had seen fit to see his life ended; and there was no shortage of people in their ranks that had seemed none-to-fond of him for reasons she could not fathom.

"They couldn't-- surely they wouldn't! Our goal has always been for unity and peace in all the chaos. More any of them, Vayne was such an example to follow. This world was not his, and yet he stepped up to give leadership and order to those who needed it, did not slander anyone else, didn't..."

The anger flushed from her face, corners of her dried, pale lips falling into a frown of a different sort. She was still half-numb to the situation, had been completely disconnected since it had happened. But now, it was sinking in, registering in ways she hadn't allowed until that moment. She was reminded of her mother, grotesque and stained like a harpooned whale on the shores. It blurred in her mind, mixed with the sight of blood and tangled hair, the crumbled form of a broken man beside Larsa...

Tears crept into her eyes, and slowly rolled down her cheeks.