40 Past

Breslin furrowed her eyebrows as she looked at Aurelia. She wore her usual neutral and expressionless self like she usually does whenever she transacted with people. However, having known her for quite a while, she was able to pick up the most subtle of her nervous habits - a light furrow between her brows, her fingers restlessly rubbing against the fabric of her pants over her knees, and the light tapping of her foot. She wanted to say something, but she chose to keep quiet as she quickly averted her gaze towards the woman before them. “It’s good to have capable people like you back in the organization, we’ve always thought it was a shame to watch you and your mother leave,” Azzurra sighed as she picked up her cup and took a sip of its contents. “I don’t mind that your mother did what she had to do. Water over the bridge, you know?” Aurelia smiled, but deep inside, a freezing coldness washed over her, making her blood turn to ice. She fought hard to keep the expression on her