Chimera Fields you're just a line in a song.

I don’t think there’s a difference.

What now?

Fennec felt tired, and empty in a way that she neither liked nor was a stranger to. She could tell him to fuck off and save them both the trouble. Give into the idea that he wasn’t any better, all of it was a lie he was telling himself, and leave. Road a was easy.

She could lie and say she loved him. See what happened and if he actually meant to stay. It might not have even been a lie, back then, but now… now she wasn’t sure she even could love the way he claimed to. She loved Killer, but when she thought of returning Penn’s confession, all she felt was numb. All she got with road b was the chance at his company a little longer. Besides - lying wasn’t an option.

She never lied about anything important.

I don’t know, Penn. I guess I should be honest back, not that I’m ever not. I’ve been fucked over a lot, some of it pretty recent, and I’m not sure I can give you anything right now. If ever. She let out a small, jaded huff of laughter. I’m tired of all of it. Maybe you actually mean it. Maybe you just think you do. Either way, I can’t say it back.

So I guess it’s up to you. I told you what I’m doing. You can come if you want. I don’t blame you if you don’t.

She wouldn’t get her hopes up. And she wouldn’t get his either. She wouldn’t string him along just for his company, even with how desperate she was for a friend. It wouldn’t be worth it. He had to choose, knowing what may or may not come of it. Otherwise it didn’t mean anything real from the start.