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She didn't intend it as a condemnation, though she deserved the defiant rejoinder. Haunt's lips parted to say she didn't mean it that way, yet she pressed them together again and let the woman finish. Perhaps she should think a little more before she spoke anyway.

And if I don't share? I don't have a future? she mused, though thought better than to say. Haunt was entirely fascinated by this stranger. It was incredible that she was alive and well, by the look of it. It took grit to survive, even with eyesight. She was something else.

"Witch," she repeated, the word making her think of Artemis and her visions. All of that had fallen by the wayside. In hindsight, Haunt was pretty sure the goddess was just a symptom of a neurological trauma which had eventually healed. But she hadn't forgotten about Vex's dealings with Sos, nor lost her faith completely.

After another ponderous moment, Haunt decided, "Okay... deal."