#FreedomFalls – June 1, 2015

Ilyna has been cleaning up after the incident, as quietly as she can to not wake the others up. She has tried to get Li to go get changed into something not blood stained.

Li has allowed her clothes to be changed, but done nothing to help. She's likely still seated wherever she was last left unattended. (Tyranniac)

Ping is sitting by the table, staring at the couch. (Tyranniac)

Jason arrives about 30 minutes after being summoned. He hops out of the shuttle with a satchel over his shoulder, looking a bit disheveled having just woken up. His hair is still a bit wet from his shower. Jasper stands in the doorway of the shuttle and pulls the door shut with a grumpy frown on his face. Being woken up at five in the morning makes Jasper a sad panda. Jason continues

Ilyna has not interacted much with the kids, as the previous event has taken a toll on her and it was easiest to hide it that way. She hangs the washcloth over the edge of the bucket and stands up, and makes her way over to open the door. She looks quite tired, as well. She is wearing a short-sleeved black t-shirt and gray pants. "Hey," she says in a lowered voice. "Sorry for bothering

Jason stifles a yawn and rubs at his forehead. "You didn't interrupt much. Haven't been getting much sleep since we got back..." he says, "So what's going on? Calls at this time of day are never good."

Li glances towards the door briefly upon hearing Jason and Ilyna speak, but soon goes back to her quiet state. (Tyranniac)

Ilyna steps aside to let him inside. "While I was asleep, a fight broke out, and... one of them...," she pauses as she nerviously picks her words, "is no longer with us." She keeps her voice down to little more than a whisper.

Jason steps past Ilyna as she explains the situation. Once she finishes her sentence, he stops in place and glances back at the asari. "No lon-... what!? Are you-... Fuck."

Ilyna nods slightly. "Yes," she says. "I... should have known I couldn't keep this up."

Jason sighs and shakes his head. "Don't say that. You did the best you could. There's no way you could've known how messed up these kids are..."

Li shifts slightly where she sits. She's staring at the floor, but it would be clear if someone looked that she's listening. (Tyranniac)

Jason reaches out and pats Ilyna on the shoulder. "Do what you think is best. They have been through a lot... But there's no telling what they're capable of. Father Marchal could've filled their heads with anything."

Ilyna frowns. "I don't believe that's true," she says. "What happened was in my defence.... They need help, help I can't give."

Jason furrows his brow, "What do you mean 'in your defense'?" he asks, "What actually happened?"

Jason looks a bit confused. "Have you talked to them about it? Where are they?"

Ilyna gestures towards the living room. "The other one that was in here... won't talk about it," she says. "Two of them are still in their room, though."

Jason sighs and starts towards the living room. As he enters the room, he glances between Ping and Li, putting on a forced smile. "Hey." he offers, unslinging the satchel from his shoulder and setting it on the table, "Heard there was some trouble here... What happened?"

Ping looks at Jason without saying anything. Li doesn't look up from the floor. (Tyranniac)

Ilyna follows him into the living room, but doesn't say anything.

Jason sighs and begins to open his satchel. He pulls out a small carton of ice cream, most likely made from substitute ingredients, and sets it on the table. "How 'bout you go fill a few bowls for us?" he asks, looking over at Ping. He glances back at Ilyna sheepishly, "I know it's a little early for ice cream, but... I made a promise. And nothing loosens lips like a bowl of ice cream."

Ilyna walks over to pick up the washbucket. "It's fine," she says with a weak smile. The floor looks clean, but there are still spots and stains on the couch that are proving difficult to get off. She places the bucket by the wall to make sure it's not at risk of being kicked over.

Ping looks at Jason with a look that clearly indicates he thinks the man is stupid. Really stupid, even. (Tyranniac)

Jason eyes Ping back for a few moments. "Seriously? It's fucking ice cream. Everyone loves ice cream." he groans. "The hell is wrong with you..." he mutters under his breath as he shakes his head and approaches Li. "You think any more about what we talked about?" he asks. He glances over at the faded blood stain on the couch and grimaces, but quickly attempts to hide his expression.

Li doesn't look up. "He was going to hurt her." She states, no longer sobbing like she was just after it happened. Long hair covers most of her face. (Tyranniac)

Jason glances back at Ilyna momentarily before squatting down to lower himself to her eye level. "What do you mean?" he asks, "Why would he want to do that?"

Li doesn't say anything. (Tyranniac)

Ping looks towards Jason. "I know why." (Tyranniac)

Jason glances over at Ping and awaits the boy's answer.

Ilyna looks towards Ping with a tilted head, but remains quiet.

Ping looks towards the bedroom. "Evelina." (Tyranniac)

Jason follows Pings gaze. "Evel-... Who is that?" he asks, glancing back towards Ilyna, "One of the other kids?"

Ilyna nods. "The eldest of the girls," she says. "What about her?" She looks at Ping.

Ping lowers his gaze a bit. "She's said things. She wants to go back." (Tyranniac)