The mix of emotions that Lyric felt at hearing the news that they would be releasing Black were mixed. They had worked so hard to get a hold of him, and yet they were backing down so soon. She knew that must have meant they were getting more than just pardons, the letter even said they were to remain in control of the food source for the time being, but who knew how long that would last.
Time passed quickly, and the woman came to terms better with the way things would be. They had taken the general in hopes of swaying his opinion, but with that unlikely to happen, his being a bargaining piece was the next best thing. This was probably the best outcome and the people in charge must have seen that, even if it felt like a waste. Still, after about two weeks, she was ready to have a taste of fresh air again. And when the moment came, it was incredibly sweet, although that might have been the fact that she knew she was getting her freedom out of this deal as well. She savored the feeling all the way to the rendezvous at that fateful place she and Black had met. But this time, there was a lot more ceremony to the situation. Something she was not entirely stoked about, but at least it would paint both sides in a good light.
Somehow, the bright haired woman had been wrangled into being a part of the main exchange. Something about her being a notable face, but at this point she knew that was just to cover up the fact that most of them were still terrified of Black and thought that she could keep him under control. Which was not even remotely true, but here she stood all the same, face to face with Lilly for what she hoped would be the last time.
Lyric did offer Barret a nod of the head in acknowledgment. This was not really a time for smiles, so that was all she could extend to him for the time. But it seemed that he did not see things the way she did. The large man went so far as to reach out to her and make comment. One that the supreme commander chimed in to with agreement. It left the rebel woman a mite confused. She had not done anything. Nothing besides make a nuisance of herself and act as a token to be traded, much like Black was now. Her hair fluttered around as she shook her head, but once again she gave no words. This was a time for silence, not making an ass of herself and the resistance on live broadcast.
Time seemed to slow down now that the ball was rolling. Lyric kept waiting for something to go wrong, but it was nothing more than paranoia. The signing went off without a hitch, though she was not entirely sure what all that lengthy piece of paper said. Hopefully, they hadn’t all sold their souls to this demon of a woman. It felt as though she was about to find out when Lilly took up the mic. Though, she was barely able to put out her hopeful message before Black jumped in with some very surprising news. There would be an election. Seems he didn’t want to have the end of humanity on his shoulders, but that was just as well to her. She didn’t want to have to see his face for every quarterly update from here on out. But just as she was reveling in that small victory, he decided he was going to ensnare her one last time. Her jaw dropped, though she had it shut tight within seconds, teeth grit in frustration. It was very difficult not to glare him down right then.
When he was done, and the cameras shut off, Lyric was finally able to relax to some extent. At least in the fact that she would not have to worry about making anyone other than herself look bad, but that really didn’t help that she was seething. Just when she thought she was going to be able to go back to her regular life, or what it would become now that things were supposedly going to be different, he roped her back in. His comment about revenge was not particularly helpful either. [b “You mother fucker…”] Lyric wanted to hit him in that smug face of his [I so] bad. This was going to be an absolute shit show and he knew it. Anyone with any sort of agenda was going to make a play for power. A power struggle the likes of which they had never seen would definitely ensue… she was not looking forward to having to try and direct or contain that in any way, shape, or form. But at the same time, she couldn’t back out; not if she wanted this to be fair. It was unlikely he would pick another rebel to replace her if she stepped down. Her hands were tied… It was actually a pretty ingenious plan as far as revenge schemes went. She had to participate, and she could not risk sabotaging this to spite him. After all, she wanted a chance for someone with fresh ideas to have a shot at leading them into a hopefully brighter future. Sighing, she was going to have to concede. The woman pinched at the bridge of her nose as she tried to sort through her thoughts. [b “You must be the loneliest man on this whole damn planet if you are willing to do all this to keep me around. That or the stupidest, if you think for one second I am not going to give you hell like you’ve never seen before.”] This was of course a bluff, considering anything she did to him would fall back on her. At least anything that was really irritating. Lyric supposed she could try and get back into his apartment to rearrange the furniture again, but she highly doubted she would be given access. Even if they were going to work together, that didn’t mean she had to live with him.
[b “And don’t think just because you are putting on this election, that means I am going to change my mind about your little excursion outside.”] Lyric said that, but that was exactly what this meant. If there was a chance for things to get better here, she would feel okay leaving this hub to look for a way to expand. And perhaps if Black continued on this less tyrannical path he seemed to be on, she might just be able to stand him for the duration of the time they would be stuck together. There were a lot of ifs, but who knew what the future held for them.