“Right. Because if it was ‘stupidly simple’, you could do
it yourself. But, since we’re stuck together, I have to be that
help. “
It was agonizing, knowing that the one person who could
potentially help them was host to the mopiest warrior.
“So, do you still want me to try and round up Tuls? Because
that could be the only massively helpful advantage we have right now,
Wrathia. While you may not like him, for his lackluster being or whatever,
he’s all we’ve got near us.”
“And in case you haven’t noticed, we’re not exactly a one man army by
any stretch yet. I still can’t even talk to people, and the only
one we can find doesn’t exactly like me.”
❝ Yeah, basically. You learn fast, don’t you? ❞
There’s no need for her to force the sarcasm;
it flows from her naturally, any seemingly
well-intentioned word growing decayed in
its wake. Quickened fingers seek the bridge
of her nose and pinch as she shoves the book
back off with Ava, the mirror of her vanity echoing
her exasperation. She takes her seat there, staring
grievously at Ava’s reflection behind her.
❝ I guess you can try. ❞ She can barely force
the words out, useless as she thinks they are.
❝ But I’m telling you, Tuls Tenebrose is the
most useless sack of mulch I’ve ever laid
eyes on- he has potential. But he’s too busy
moping over his lady love to do anything
really useful. ❞
( She is getting really sick of hearing
the term ‘thanks to you.’ )
❝ You’ve formed a pact with one of the
most powerful vengess’ in the universe,
and you’re telling me that talking to people
is still one of your primary concerns?
You’re killing me here. ❞
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