"What about the military?"
Vansel almost didn't recognize her. It was Xitraq as a teenager.
She had relatively shorter hair, dyed black with strands of purple, obsidian black circular earrings , her lips even colored dark purple and her outfit: An early 2000s punk rock jacket, a thin shirt with ripped jeans and chains slung across her waist.
"The military?" Emo teenager Xitraq asked back.
Vansel quickly identified it was the eyes of Woxlife once again he was seeing through. "You cannot always turn to violence for an answer. You may be still young Xitraq, but one day you would have to find an output for this temperament of yours." Woxlife suggested to her.
"But...are your sure the military would find out that I-"
