Ouroboros Spine Opportunity is the Tip of the Spear

She said nothing. He didn't know why there was a small part of him that still wished for her to speak. Her silence was very much her own. Her calling card. Her trait which spread to those around her. Even as they adopted it, that silence was still a sliver of her own. He was starting to recognize it. Starting to read it. Starting to find a small comfort in it. Starting.

And another, smaller part of him, still wished to ruin it and run back to the wilds. Lone wolves had no more responsibility than survival.

"What is it that you want?" he asked. It was the same question he'd asked her when he'd first joined her ranks. Back then, she'd told him what she needed. She still hadn't given him an answer.