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A harsh glare stems out from Trix's eyes. She knows fully well of what Luke just said, but the manner he said it... it infuriates her. Most of her sadness is gone, replaced by her anger instead. She can't hold it back as she unleashes her emotions.

"Was the sarcasm fucking neccessary?" Trix spits out, venom in her voice. "In case you haven't noticed, the people who are crying have lost someone dear to them. Don't pull off the 'crying makes you weak' bullshit you're promoting. If anything, we're stronger because we're not afraid to be ourselves in this fucked up hell of a world. And plus, isn't 'keep crying and keep going on' a viable option? What about sit here and be an emotionless asshole?" Trix's voice grows progressively louder, though it isn't quite a shout.

"But you... you think you're so high and mighty, admired by others. You think they're going to be watching the NFL in the apocalypse? Well guess what? They won't. Drop the facade, nobody other than us cares for you anymore. They're too busy saving their own asses. Meanwhile, we have to put up with your prescence. Pull your head out of your ass and grow up." Trix starts walking with the other survivors when she looks back.

"Oh, and imagine if it was your parentts who died."