Everything just spun so out of control so fast, she couldn't even begin to attempt at puzzling out where it all began.

First it was siding with the Pagans behind Sheriff Truart's back. Risky yes, but the ends justified the means she always thought. Mosely had to be ever cautious, never give Truart a reason to distrust her, but it was quickly becoming apparent that it was becoming a harder thing to do with each passing day. She knew the Sheriff was on her heels, and she knew it was only a matter of time before she got caught. The only thing she could hope for was to do some good before she was locked up for good.

After that it was trusting her partner too much. Her and Hagen had always been close partners, working together to keep crime off the streets. Perhaps all that time spent together created some unnecessary sexual tension, made her start to drop her guard and trust him a little too much.

Trust.

That's what really did her in in the end.

She trusted Hagen. So much so that she started to confess things to him. Her worry about the Mechanist order, her pity for the pagans, even her concern that Truart wasn't the great Sheriff everyone thought he was.

"I know he's been doing his best." She told him one night during a patrol, keeping an every watchful eye out for any trouble.

"Then what's the problem?" Was his response, glancing at her with mild curiosity.

Mosely shook her head and pinched the bridge of her nose. "The problem is," she exhaled a heavy, almost frustrated sigh, "Well have you looked at the men who are working for him?"

"Good, hard working officers."

"For taff's sake, Hagen!" She cried out, stopping her patrol and turning on her heel to face him. "He's hiring criminals!" It went without saying that the both of them knew some of the new recruits, having put behind bars by this very duo.

Hagen just shrugged her off. "Community service. Pay off their debts to society. I think it's ingenious really."

She wanted to slap him so hard. Try to bring any kind of sense into his head to see what's going on. "So thieves, murderers, and rapists get free roam of the city while innocent pagans are killed on sight? You don't see anything wrong with that?" It was maddening, really. Why was she the only damn officer who was starting to see gaping holes in Truart's brilliant idea for a 'better city'?

Hagen shook his head. "You think too much of this, Mosely." He said, a hand on her shoulder. "I worry about you. You're going to either stress yourself out and get sick or wind up in deep trouble."

Mosely just shrugged him off and fell silent, she was going to have none of this fed to her tonight. "Worry about me? If you cared you'd help me."

She was right, and he knew it. "All right, fine. What can I do to help?"

It was idiotic how much she trusted him. She would have seen the trap coming a mile away! Still, she felt that if there was anyone in the entire force that could help her, it was the man she'd been working side-by-side with for years. Her plan was to seek out pagans, as many as she could, and hide them. She had plenty of room in her cellar to keep them the night, then she would help them to flee into the forests, back to their own territory.

Her final mistake was trusting Hagen with this information. They spent the entire shift finding and escorting pagans to her home then getting them settled before searching for any more. Red flags should have been going up, but she was too tired and too proud of her work of protecting the innocent that she didn't even notice. It felt like she was really helping those in need.

It wasn't until they reached the pagan village that things went terribly wrong.

Truart had been alerted of the plan before Mosely left for the night, and he in turn alerted the mechanists that one of his Lieutenants was close to finding a Pagan settlement.

Without her even realizing it, Mosely had led an army of Mechanists right to a pagan village. And she could do nothing but watch as every man, woman, and child was slaughtered before her very eyes.

If one were to ask her. She would probably say that's when this whole mess started to spiral out of control