Phantom Hollow a slab in the morgue

Despite what she’d said, she hadn’t actually been expecting details. Really, she didn’t even want them. All she wanted to hear was something along the lines of yeah, my parents dropped me on my head a few times. No big deal. Clearly, they weren’t on the same page, as he decided to tell her everything—what sane person does that?! And even though she hadn’t originally wanted any details—and kept telling herself that she still didn’t—Sorina was uncharacteristically quiet whilst she listened to everything he had to say. Which was a lot. She couldn’t believe that everything was true, finding it both strange and utterly frustrating that he’d experienced so much already, whilst she had only recently ventured out into the big, bag world; jealousy had a habit of appearing at strange and completely inappropriate times. Having spent her life protected by her father and other family members, she couldn’t fully grasp either the seriousness of his story or how it wasn’t at all good. All she could gather from it was that he had gone out and done so much, meanwhile, she’d spent most of her time stuck at home. How unfair.

After his story was drawn to a close, she remained silent, absorbing all of this new information. There was a forest that she should probably avoid, or maybe visit and fuck around with—she was pretty sure she’d passed by said woods on her way here. There was also another mountain range somewhere around here—she probably saw it on the horizon when she was staring at the world from atop the Sunspire—that was inhabited by an unreasonable lot; she would definitely be avoiding them. Not out of fear—no, she was too confident in herself to think that she’d ever be given the same fate as the boy—but out of sheer impatience. Why intentionally hang around wolves that jumped to conclusions and made asses out of themselves? As eager as she was to argue, even she wouldn’t do that.

Once everything was all sorted out in her head, she had only one question left on her mind.

“If you didn’t kill her, then why the hell did you run?” she asked, breaking the silence. “Why didn’t you just wait there so you could explain yourself? Dumbass—you could still have your eye right now if you hadn’t run away.” With everything out in the open now—all of his business, anyways—she couldn’t keep her mind from wandering, wondering what he looked like before being maimed. Really though, it didn’t matter—not like he could get his eye back or face repaired at the shop down by the river.