Witch's Marsh We watched, the stars fell, and oh you know we let them

She'd crossed a line. She didn't know which, but she could hear it in his voice. At any other time Fennec might have tried to gracelessly walk it back, but through the spike of guilt she also felt relief. Just leave her the fuck alone.

She didn't have anything for him. The last thing she needed was another "friend" who was going to treat her like shit. Better to have no friends at all.

The guilt at the tone of his voice, however, continued to sit with her. It sat alongside Bronco's accusations, a resounding chorus, filling her head until she couldn't do much but cry, quietly, alone. Fuck everything. She didn't care.