"Yeah," Erin says, frankly. "...I'm tired, youngblood. This month has been a nightmare with no waking and now my last sanctuary from it feels like someone slapped a piece from the wrong puzzle in it. Maybe you were just having a really bad night, that first night. But I don't think so. I know the kind of damage I heard in her voice and her words and you don't shuck that like a badly-fitting coat."
The Lost turns to face Tear. Rests her hand on her saber, not threateningly, but openly. "So. Did I somehow get everything wrong about my friend? Or is there another name I ought to be calling you?"
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Date: 2022-10-23 01:04 am (UTC)The Lost turns to face Tear. Rests her hand on her saber, not threateningly, but openly. "So. Did I somehow get everything wrong about my friend? Or is there another name I ought to be calling you?"