Whitefish River It's Quiet Uptown

The Count hummed but shook her head, In a bit, the burns aren't that bad right now. It wasn't the pain she had been referring to. If anything she was just talking out loud while she organized her thoughts and it seemed Speedy might be processing her own as silence fell between the two.

"I don't think we're bound by fate"

It made her ears perk because even though her spiraling thoughts made her want to believe otherwise, she knew she felt the same. Bad things happened, but many actions could still be controlled. You can actively choose to hurt someone just as someone can do everything they can to help a stranger. They played as much of a part in fate as "fate" itself.

Ira bit her lip, eyes focused on something in the distance, And what of repeating events? Do you think it's a sign or a test of one's will? It's true that there was likely no reason, while everything was left to chance...but maybe that's why Speedy was right. Sometimes you just need an answer.

"We'll make it through this"

Tearing her eyes from the outside, Ira turned to her friend, a new question on her mind, Have you ever thought about leading?