Xavier and Celia stepped out of the room together, Celia wearing the same clothes she had thrown off and Xavier still wearing the bloodied ones. "I think I need a bath..."
"We both do...we smell quite awful."
"Then how about another round in the shower?"
"How about another round up your ass?"
Xavier glared over at her. "You're always like this and when it gets down to it, you're even more desperate than I a—"
"Xavier..."
Xavier twisted towards the stairs, watching as Gabriel climbed up the steps. "It's happening again, a march bigger than the one five years ago has begun... They're approaching the east side of the borders though far, their approach is quick."
"You're talking about the new protest Alex declared? So soon? Don't they know it's useless? It'll be just like the last time.
