Date: 2022-10-20 08:42 pm (UTC)
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Erin lights up without a word and lets Crabb's passenger's words hang in the still air. Smoke trickles into Tauva around them. She props her elbow on the table, still attentive, still there, and yet there is quiet. Such long quiet.

"...I do wish we could have met under better circumstances," she says at last. "I think you might be the kind of mistake I'd like to make for a night or ten. I do get it, you know. The appeal of being sovereign. Of having some small group to just be alone together with, and damn the fires outside the door. People can be so fucking aggravating. Deluded. Annoying. Weak, small, petty, vicious. The days I stay in my cabin and see no one are when I wake up and all I wanna do is let the hate run free, make them understand that every day there's not a massacre they should be throwing me a fucking ticker tape parade for my self-restraint."

Erin tilts her head up and blows a ring of smoke. "...But y'know what? I did my time like that. Carved my way through the abundant world like a burning saw. I was king of a mountain of bones and the only thing it ever made me was tired. I can't be that person any more."
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