Shadow Mountain nor the warrior for her glory

perhaps it was a personal weakness of theirs that they could see the wall in front of them, and boarded the train headed directly at it anyways. it promised to be fascinating, to say the least.

nonetheless. renard did not need to know the meaning of ripa to know what she intended.

“nemisis?” so the saints hurtled towards yet another enemy, born on her actions. a feud she’d created, only to turn tail and run. “you’re right to want justice for her. but i have bad news.” the smile curved into wry amusement. “she’s gone.” if only they’d had a part in that – but to suggest such a hope to praimfaya was to run the risk of it cropping up at the least convenient time.

they’d already admitted too much. she worried at it like a dog with a bone, eager to find the weakness that would crack it apart, as though they didn’t know each in excruciating detail.

if they were a wiser person, they might have taken her up on it. but then, if they were a wiser person, they wouldn’t have left home, and they certainly wouldn’t have thrown their lot in with the saints.

“i don’t disagree. i’m aware of our situation.” as unfortunate as that was. “we’ll see how long it lasts.” one way or another. whether that was the court ripping him apart, whether it was someone else taking the leadership. someone capable of thinking things through once in a while.