“I don’t care. But Makuta did.” Cheshie said in a voice like stone.
“He saw something in you. Something we’d need. I don’t understand half the decisions the Mask Maker made in regard to this whole, thing. But I trust them.”
“Now, we don’t need to be friends. That’s fine if you want to keep on hating me for whatever reason, I can handle that.” She paused, a coldness washing over her expression. “What I can’t handle is you repeatedly endangering the rest of the group because of it.”
There seemed like there was more she wanted to say, but she cut herself short, shooting Ilya a glance. Her silence was obviously to give him the floor to speak.
(@Winger )