[ thieves will commit thievery when they can. deprived of her own sword, she takes the next best thing without care. zero has no idea what the interest is in this one, and continues inspecting it for a moment longer. something about it takes her to another moment in her memory: of laying on the ground in the rain, and looking over to see a beautiful flower.
when she raises her head to level her one eyed gaze at him, the flower is rooted in her eye socket and there forever, now. for a moment, suspicion waves along her face before melting away easily, back into a nearly impassive stare. of course he doesn't know jack or shit about intoners. zero balances the blade over her shoulder and shrugs. ]
Never seen a fight between sisters, then.
[ she snorts, and steps closer to the door— still with the confidence of a thief. ] Horsemen, siblings, giant sentient blobs of mud... if they want to end the world, their goal is the same and it never changes. They never change. You already know that, don't you?
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when she raises her head to level her one eyed gaze at him, the flower is rooted in her eye socket and there forever, now. for a moment, suspicion waves along her face before melting away easily, back into a nearly impassive stare. of course he doesn't know jack or shit about intoners. zero balances the blade over her shoulder and shrugs. ]
Never seen a fight between sisters, then.
[ she snorts, and steps closer to the door— still with the confidence of a thief. ] Horsemen, siblings, giant sentient blobs of mud... if they want to end the world, their goal is the same and it never changes. They never change. You already know that, don't you?