Two Eyes Cenote Ikaheka

Well, damn. She thought the context had been important to understand the “why”, but apparently not. It should be a relief that Eset could give a rats ass about the shitty way that she was, that that didn’t matter. But what weighed on her instead was the question.

I dunno what I saw, she said in a haze. She couldn’t reveal Qiao without risking herself more—Qiao would come for her life. The same way she went for that poor kids. I got there too late. Too late to stop it… too late to help, she rubbed her temples. It might come to me, but right now… it’s all a fucked up blur,

And wasn’t what she was doing enough? Why couldn’t it be? Fuck, she’d probably be letting Eset down with this one… and she didn’t want to do that either. Gods… let me think, she muttered, closing her eyes tightly.