Whitefish River You're a catalyst to your happiness you know

Syrma was quick to back her up on the deadbeat dad issue. Speedy of course was sweet and mitigating, as she usually was, saying that he maybe wasn't in a position to. There's always choice, Spica couldn't help but say out loud, a thought that passed her, as she huffed. She disliked this guy already. Charon. And his daughter Hydra. Especially the latter was pretty easy to remember. Spica wasn't sure if she'd actually run off or spit in her face if she ever ran into her.

Anyway, Spica's head was getting quite full from all of this too. It was a lot to take in. She really just wanted to leave, but Spica waited to hear if they would be dismissed soon so that she could actually take Syrma and run off and be together alone somewhere and process all of this shit that was dumped on them. It was a lot, even though she might not show it in that moment as much as Acheron did.