Renegades Vigil What Comes Next?

What the--!?

Who the hell did this lady think she was, telling Little Crow what she did and didn't deserve? She had no idea what life at Crow's Crossing was like. What she had lived with, what she had done to make ends meet. What she'd done since leaving, what she'd planned to do, what she lost the nerve to finish. Guh. It made her skin crawl.

The dusty loner took a step back, her brow twitching, her ears falling backwards. This was a mistake. She knew it, the moment her brain started churning and this Namid lady started looking like someone she was supposed to know. "Look, I ain't askin' fer no damn advice, ma'am. She didn' ask fer this. Fer me. So I don't blame 'er, an' I sure as hell ain't lookin' 'fer the what ifs."

This conversation had met its end. "I don' deserve anything. None of us do."

That's just the way the world was.

"That's enough talk 'fer today, I think." And so it was. And so she was done.

Fade.

(This post was last modified: Mar 04, 2018, 02:49 AM by Namir.)