She wanted to call Meek or Isa and tell them to calm Messiah down, but she was afraid that they would take his side. They were just as ill-tempered as Messiah. Their opinions would only escalate the flames. Aria wasn’t answering the phone. Ethic would kill Messiah, so she couldn’t call him. The only other person who knew him, the only other person who might empathize with her, was Bleu. She was so desperate that she dialed her number. She couldn’t even stop herself from crying long enough to take the call without causing alarm.
