Theodore glanced over, slightly surprised by Penelope’s abrupt appearance. She trudged past him like a woman on a mission, and he had no doubt she planned on doing exactly what she had said. “Are you daft, Penelope?” He called, following after her. “It’s not our place to interfere. What the Mouri have done is their message to the humans, and they won’t take kindly to us taking it down.” Theo said in a hushed, worried and almost angry tone. “It is our job to protect the island, not side with the humans.” he hissed, careful to keep his voice low, lest any prying ears be around, human or siren. He wanted neither to hear of their conversation, for varying reasons. “There is nothing that can be done to save them now; they are nothing but hanging bones. There is no point.” he continued, his tone softening from it’s original harshness, more sympathetic and a bit saddened.
"The daftest." Bite sharp in her voice, and hazel hues narrowing at the male. Her ebony curls tangling in the high winds, as her words are laced with a venom storm. A spin on her heel in the sand, and she’s looking for a fight. "So, we’re expected to just sit back and watch the island destroy itself? I won’t be an idle bystander, thats pathetic Theo.” Her voice bends to a whisper tone. “Look.. I don’t expect you to understand, but these are someones children! or someones parent! They loved, and they existed, and they were here. They had names and childhood stories and fears.” Her jaw is set, and her eyes snap away for a second to try and swallow back the mist. A hand tousles her raven locks with the frustration at fighting with the siren fills her veins, as her electric eyes flash back to him. “You’re free to do whatever you want.. but I’m doing this, whether I invoke the Mouri’s wrath. I can’t let this be used as a twisted trick.”
"My damned conscience wouldn’t let me.." She quips as an afterthought.