𝘚𝘤𝘢𝘳’𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳. “𝘊𝘢𝘯 𝘐?” 𝘏𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧, 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, “𝘞𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶?”
𝘎𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯’𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥. “𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦?” [...]
“𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥,” 𝘚𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺.
“𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘺. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘺.” 𝘎𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯’𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥. “𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨,” 𝘚𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘥.
“𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺’𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯.” 𝘎𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯’𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯. 𝘚𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘰. “𝘖𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵.” 𝘎𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘚𝘤𝘢𝘳’𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. “𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦.” 𝘎𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘚𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯. “𝘖𝘬𝘢𝘺,” 𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘥.
Art for this scene from chapter 2 of "On Borrowed Time" by @faeriewoven :]
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