The room dropped dead silent. Between all four of them they exchanged tense glances. A heavy, stressful quiet time was enforced on the room by all members of the room.
"We, need, each other," Mable stressed, her teeth gritted.
"You're done talking. You've done enough today," said Celosia. She clutched her chest, feeling her elevated breath rise and fall, burning her throat. She only now just thought about her shout from just a moment ago.
Mable tried to calm herself too. "Listen to me," she hissed. "We're all on the same team, we're all playing like we're on the same team-"
"Supposed to be playing on the same team," Celosia interrupted, raising an eyebrow.
Mable nodded reluctantly. "Right... You're right. I might not have been playing on the same team as much as I should have."
"Yes," Aliana interjected, clearing her throat.
Hanging her head, Mable sighed. "Yes, that too. I'm sorry Aliana..."
Celosia's angered features eased, calming and looking almost apologetic. "Okay Mable," she continued quietly, "What's your point?"
"I'm saying, maybe there's a reason we're all together today... Why we're in this break room... Why we're cuddling on bean bags and taking our visors off and just understanding one another for once... And even if there isn't... Isn't it more important that we are together? Despite everything that happens? Isn't it so special that we're together for just this one moment?"
Mable paused, her gaze trailing around the room to all the faces that looked up at her.
"Celosia, you're right... I shouldn't have barged in, trying to ruin this... It's who I am! I just..." Mable sighed. "I just thought this was something else."
