Grouse Thicket SLACKBOT THIS ISN'T ABOUT YOU

Malice had killed before too, only perhaps this young man had killed one that deserved it more than her poor mother. Killing was never the right thing to do, she saw now, only if they stand a threat to family or loved ones. Maybe the man being chased did stand a threat, but not anymore, right? She meant, if this fella had to chase him, he was already gone. Or was that not the way it worked? Honestly, she didn't know anymore.

She sighed. Fine. She breathed out. But if you later live with regret, don't say I didn't warn you. She sighed again. She wanted to go now, enjoy her night, but find it rude to say so. Absinthe, by the way. She said, realizing they hadn't introduced themselves properly.