Mikaela nodded, listening intently and chewing on another bite of the cake as she did. "Sounds cool," she said, quiet but sincere. In fact, that sounded like a pretty damn awesome way to let off steam.

"Fuck him," Mikaela muttered, stabbing her fork into the cake and letting it stand there, handle pointing up in the air at an angle. "If he wants to run off without anybody but Feldt, why should we even care, right? Fuck. Him. He deserves whatever might happen to him out in wherever the hell he is."

Harsh words, maybe, and she couldn't help a twinge of regret as soon as she said them, but she didn't take them back. She was still pissed.