Mary looked on, waiting for any sign, any instant of movement, some signal that this princess would be coming. There was a large crowd of people, though it was unknown whose most of these people belong to which race. Then again, with Thelma's Fantastic Racism against all other races but their own, it comes as no surprise. Many of the rebels were no different.
Mary thought back to how she joined up with the TRF, how her noble life was brutally taken away by those that she thought were her friends. She always thought herself different from other people, and yet she didn't know why. "What am I, Who am I, really?"
Mary stopped to focus on her objective, to get the princess and get her out before her adversaries would.
Mary thought back to how she joined up with the TRF, how her noble life was brutally taken away by those that she thought were her friends. She always thought herself different from other people, and yet she didn't know why. "What am I, Who am I, really?"
Mary stopped to focus on her objective, to get the princess and get her out before her adversaries would.