In sector 7 at the same time.
"Ysmeine, stop."
Kayla's voice was a blade, sharp and final, cutting through the warm, quiet air of the corridor. She didn't break her stride, her boots clicking against the polished floor with a rhythm that matched the rigid set of her shoulders. She was done with the conversation.
"Kayla, listen." Ysmeine's voice followed her, persistent, a warm current against the ice of Kayla's resolve. She caught up, her hand gently touching Kayla's arm.
Kayla flinched away from the contact, finally stopping to turn. "There's nothing to listen to. The answer is no."
"But he needs a proper mentor," Ysmeine demanded, her smoky green eyes full of a worry that always seemed to orbit him. "Someone who can teach him control. You're a Tier-One. You could…."
