[Cornelia and Oliver -- Beach]
[Arms still crossed over her chest, her expression softens as she watches him, his eyes closing while his lips loosen into a slight smile. He inhales and she cannot help but do the same, mimicking his actions. Cornelia doesn't spend much time in a relaxed setting such as this, so the salty air and the grainy texture of the wind is appreciated for a different reason.
She had taken trips to the beach before she fully embraced her position in the army and government. Often times with her sister, especially before Marianne's death. But she doesn't remember it being one tenth as serene as it is now. His comment reminds her, once again, that the world around them is nothing but a playground, the sand, the ocean, it's all meant to be a form of entertainment for the prisoners. Somewhere, buried beneath an ocean, they are tucked away from something larger, something completely disconnected from their cognizance.]