ANNOUNCEMENT where to place fault is up to them

[Seven]

Seven, despite her own ailment, had been steadfast in her willingness to help those less fortunate. But with thinning rations, and even thinner herb supplies, even she was struggling. Her faith in Neandryne was wilting slowly, with each and every spat word in her direction, every insult, every refusal to help her.

She couldn't fault Montgomery for stashing herbs for Lucia. Even the blind woman could see that Montgomery loved her, and needed her around. But still, her faith in him was wilting.

She was among the first to arrive, ignoring the subtle shove against her by the occasional frustrated Congregant. Seeing so few outlines around her made her feel far bigger than she used to, and she wished she could see their expressions as Montgomery spoke. The growing cries, the anger, all of it was valid. Even Montgomery's commands. Her blank stare was unmoving as she stood, her fur twitching slightly at her Archon's words. Who will step up?

"I will," Her voice was strong as she took a few steps forward. She could hear a few surprised whispers behind her, but didn't turn to look at the outlines. Her gaze was set firmly on Montgomery.