[ And maybe that's why she's spent weeks now, sitting alone, morosely practicing magic and re-reading books she only vaguely remembers from school. She'd let herself have people, people she wasn't just using as tools, and they took the earliest opportunity they had to throw it all back in her face. And she hates that she still doesn't want to let go.
That's what made it so loud, so unbearable. Like being mocked. Never alone, but always alone. She's sure they'll be back, eventually. She doesn't like the club empty -- she just can't handle it full right now.
She can't help but to let out a sardonic chuckle, digging her nails into the back of his hand for a moment. ] By the way, fuck you for roamin' around the desert and almost killin' yourself right after you spent all my money gettin' you there. Asshole. [ But she doesn't sound angry. At most, maybe mildly admonishing. She's spent all her fury on Nadine and Lloyd, has none left for Geralt and no desire to give it to him anyway. ] Sam's good at that. Makin' things quiet.
[ It doesn't surprise her to hear that Sam's company had been preferable to the somewhat smothering presence of others. Sam has a way about him, knows what to say, when to just listen, how to shine light on things at different angles. She's never known anyone else who seems to just... get it like he does.
Her brow furrows and she frowns, glancing at him from the corner of her eye. ] You mean... like back in your world? It changed after the visions because it changed at home? [ That's only slightly horrifying. ] Who attacked y'all?
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That's what made it so loud, so unbearable. Like being mocked. Never alone, but always alone. She's sure they'll be back, eventually. She doesn't like the club empty -- she just can't handle it full right now.
She can't help but to let out a sardonic chuckle, digging her nails into the back of his hand for a moment. ] By the way, fuck you for roamin' around the desert and almost killin' yourself right after you spent all my money gettin' you there. Asshole. [ But she doesn't sound angry. At most, maybe mildly admonishing. She's spent all her fury on Nadine and Lloyd, has none left for Geralt and no desire to give it to him anyway. ] Sam's good at that. Makin' things quiet.
[ It doesn't surprise her to hear that Sam's company had been preferable to the somewhat smothering presence of others. Sam has a way about him, knows what to say, when to just listen, how to shine light on things at different angles. She's never known anyone else who seems to just... get it like he does.
Her brow furrows and she frowns, glancing at him from the corner of her eye. ] You mean... like back in your world? It changed after the visions because it changed at home? [ That's only slightly horrifying. ] Who attacked y'all?