Well, Wrath. He's here and listening. Better get to the point. She doesn't even know quite where to start, though, and has to think back over the text conversation to try to find that frayed thread of memory the words had tugged at.
She'd like to lean against Maine, but he's not in to that. So she just huddles a little against the back of the couch, legs crossed loosely. She'd like to draw her knees up to her chest, but that makes her back hurt worse.
"Okay." Where to start. She looks down at her hands, loose in her lap. "So you know there are seven of us. Were. Badb... she was Sloth... she died defending the dome right before it got sealed. Remember that. You would have really liked Badb. Had a mace. Just... fucked shit up. Killed more dysthropes than any three of us put together. Didn't know when to quit.
"But the rest of us... I know. When the army got disbanded. They called us back up for the militia. Because we were famous. Like. That fucking cartoon, right? And the militia needed help. So they call, you go. And... I mean they were okay but. I don't know. I don't really remember that time. A lot of nothing, until I got back in uniform again.
"I dont... I don't know a lot. Like twenty-one years and I don't really remember that much. But I know like... over the next maybe ten years, everyone else retired. The other five retired. I remember them retiring. You know, like the cake and the jokes and everyone's in their dress blacks. But... we were always tight, you know? Like family. And Octavian--Envy--was my partner.
"And when they retired, they just... went away. Never heard from them again. And I didn't really think about it until now, because there was always the mission. I had to--focus, soldier, you have to focus--just. But I thought. I'm out now. They're not a distraction from the mission any more. I should go find them. We can talk.
"And it's like they never fucking existed. They retired, and then just fucking... evaporated."
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She'd like to lean against Maine, but he's not in to that. So she just huddles a little against the back of the couch, legs crossed loosely. She'd like to draw her knees up to her chest, but that makes her back hurt worse.
"Okay." Where to start. She looks down at her hands, loose in her lap. "So you know there are seven of us. Were. Badb... she was Sloth... she died defending the dome right before it got sealed. Remember that. You would have really liked Badb. Had a mace. Just... fucked shit up. Killed more dysthropes than any three of us put together. Didn't know when to quit.
"But the rest of us... I know. When the army got disbanded. They called us back up for the militia. Because we were famous. Like. That fucking cartoon, right? And the militia needed help. So they call, you go. And... I mean they were okay but. I don't know. I don't really remember that time. A lot of nothing, until I got back in uniform again.
"I dont... I don't know a lot. Like twenty-one years and I don't really remember that much. But I know like... over the next maybe ten years, everyone else retired. The other five retired. I remember them retiring. You know, like the cake and the jokes and everyone's in their dress blacks. But... we were always tight, you know? Like family. And Octavian--Envy--was my partner.
"And when they retired, they just... went away. Never heard from them again. And I didn't really think about it until now, because there was always the mission. I had to--focus, soldier, you have to focus--just. But I thought. I'm out now. They're not a distraction from the mission any more. I should go find them. We can talk.
"And it's like they never fucking existed. They retired, and then just fucking... evaporated."