Logs - Aite RP

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Li slowly lets go, looking briefly at the asari C-Sec officer with teary eyes.

Ping seems saddended, but more on Li's account than his own.

The turian officer nods. "One day, kid," he says, then gestures to the C-Sec officer asking for them. "You should go back to them."

Toren seems a bit disappointed that he can't don the uniform right this moment, but nods and runs back to the others.

Ilyna gets up and approaches the officer. "I want to reopen the case for the youngest one," she says in almost a whisper, to which the officer responds that she'll have a chance to take that up later. She turns back to the kids, and take a deep breath. "Please follow this officer and trust her," she says. "If... this is the last time I see you, I want you to promise me that you'll do your best, in education and wherever your life takes

you." She wipes the moisture under her eyes.

Evelina walks over to the officer without a word.

Toren nods. "Bye Ilyna..." He says and then joins Evelina.

Ping gives Ilyna a quick hug and then tries to get Li to come with him.

Li refuses to let go of the asari, tears starting to roll down her cheeks.

Ilyna returns Ping's hug with a pat on the back. "Bye," she says with a sad smile. "I hope I'll get to see you again." She then crouches down to face Li and pats her shoulder. "Please, listen to the officer," she whispers. "I'm going to do all I can for you, and I'll come pick you up."

Li blinks a few times to clear the tears. "Promise?"

Ilyna gently wipes a few tears rolling down Li's cheek and nods. "Promise," she says with a smile.

Li looks at Ilyna for a little while before nodding and eventually letting go, slowly following the others to the C-Sec officer.

The officer is a bit uncomfortable with the situation, but doesn't show it too much. She nods as the last child joins up with her. "Follow me," she says, and begins escorting them to another part of the building.

Ilyna just stands there, looking at the kids being escorted by the officer.

The children follow after the officer one by one.

Another officer, a salarian, approaches Ilyna and they exchange a few words until Ilyna starts following him in another direction.

The officer leads them to a waiting room. There's a vacant couch, and a low table with magazines and graphic novels strewn about, none that are deemed unsafe for children. "Wait here for your names to be called," she says, and gestures to the information desk, behind which a middle-aged turian man sits. "If there's anything, ask him." She then leaves the room, closing the door behind her.