"I think we can rally all of them," Violette considered, sighing as she grudgingly accepted Kris’ sacrifice, "but there’s no guaranteeing we can all fight. Adora can barely even walk on her own and all London really has are her wings."
"And James fucking loses it at the sight of blood," Draven added from the corner of the room, staring up at the ceiling as though transfixed.
Violette smirked. “Which may work to our advantage, actually, if we can give Void a paper cut.”
"I-I'm sorry I don't think I understand/ What do you mean by 'losing it at the sight of blood'?" Kris asked, wandering closer to Violette. She was confused about all of this still, but she would learn. Eventually.










