Lost Creek Hollow crows remember human faces

as if i could drag you anywhere, law murmurs with a low snort of amusement. i do] like my limbs attached to my body, you know. law quips up teasingly, though knows that his words, despite the nature of which they fall from betwixt his lips, are serious. law knows that arbiter can hold her own against him. perhaps he'd even feel a bit sorry for whatever poor sap they sent — if they ever did — to drag her back. luckily, that sap wasn't him and frankly, that was all that mattered. whatever issue their parents had with his sister ( and perhaps vice versa ) was theirs and he was in no hurry to be drug into the middle of it. and i've been the model citizen of good behavior, thank you. law scoffs playfully, as if he were insulted by the perfectly reasonable implication.

speaking of which, law draws. it's a little hard to believe that you have kids. but maybe it's just because despite that she was an adult it was kind of hard for law to shake the vision of the little cub sister he remembers her as. looks like you've done well for yourself. something that could and could not be said for him. he's had his streaks of victory, of course, but the high of victory only lasted so long.

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