"You stupid moron, you'll get us all killed," Megara muttered. During the final part of his speech, she'd moved toward the back of the crowd, where the shadows of their surrounding would hide her better. Lurking in corners was cliche, sure, but...she couldn't stand being surrounded by people who were putting their faith in something as so intangible as hope.

She'd hoped before. She'd risked it all on hope and love and all the gooey crap people couldn't get enough of and now, she had nothing to show for it. She would have liked for Jecht to have more. Not just for his sake, but for everyone here.