Redhawk Caldera some day they will all be dead

she relaxed, allowing herself to rest back on the earth, as phox continued on his way— either he hadn't heard the boy, or he had and made the wise decision to continue leaving her be. that pleased her, until she realized he wasn't really giving her a reason to continue hating him (besides, you know, being the reason her whole happy world had shattered). she shoved the thought that peregrine and boo might have the right of it way, way down.

vesper made no acknowledgement of his apology, knowing that anything she might say would open this up to a conversation she really didn't want to have— she was so sick of this situation permeating every aspect of her life. an awkward silence spanned between them, and her fiery gaze continued to rest on him, looking for anything that might tell her if he was someone that was going to keep rubbing salt in the wound or not. most people she met in her life did, after all. but besides her siblings, she had never met anyone else close to her own age, and curiosity was beginning to win out.

he expressed a desire to help with a huff, and she squinted at his annoyance. it didn't occur to her that he might be talking about something beyond her own physical and mental turmoil, but following that line of conversation also led... right back to all the things she didn't want to acknowledge.

so... she started, unsure of how to shift topics without all of this awkwardness. what vesper really wanted was to get him talking about... anything. in great detail. so she wouldn't have to. what do you do in this shithole?

that felt good. it didn't occur to her that such a statement might come across as rude— she was so tired of trying to manage everyone else's emotions that it was cathartic to just say what was on her mind without a filter.