[He's right, though. She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and inhales deeply; finally, something that smells a little like home. She's used to sprawling farmland, not seaspray.
If the killer(s) this week fuck up the garden, she's gonna crack skulls.]
So long as you're good as you can be.
[No one's ever really "good" here, she gets that.]
Keep an eye on the ruins when you're able, too. I gave Escha my lighter and told her to send us some smoke signals.
[She's not expecting it to work, but there's hope in it, at least.]
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How sweet.
[He's right, though. She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and inhales deeply; finally, something that smells a little like home. She's used to sprawling farmland, not seaspray.
If the killer(s) this week fuck up the garden, she's gonna crack skulls.]
So long as you're good as you can be.
[No one's ever really "good" here, she gets that.]
Keep an eye on the ruins when you're able, too. I gave Escha my lighter and told her to send us some smoke signals.
[She's not expecting it to work, but there's hope in it, at least.]