Two Eyes Cenote [m] Adder

Nothing can be saved.

Delirious, and yet it is with half a smile Eset returns a look to Machiavelli, wiping the spittle from her chin. Because they are here. They are alive, the gentlest simmer in her belly, and already they are a team.

“Tell me,” she eeks out between gulps of air, clutching her flank as a second wave begins its pulsing, but determined to keep composure. She takes a step closer, away from the soiling and Machiavelli’s ruined spoils.