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

It was like nothing had changed, but that wasn’t true. Literally everything had changed. She could have used a friend these past few months when Penn had decided to walk away, and her reaction was stalled out somewhere around deciding if she could really forgive that. She was tired of expecting things she’d never get. But she was also really, really fucking tired of empty words.

It wasn’t like it mattered. He’d be gone soon enough.

You said it, not me. She replied with a slight snort, but she did also straighten and relax some. At least he wasn’t some stranger coming to take her out for hunting here. Well, failing to hunt here.

What are you doing here? Besides revenge on mother-fucking rabbits. That bit’s obvious. The jokes made it easier so she kept them. With those she could pretend that things were actually better now than last time she’d talked to him. It wasn’t rock bottom if she could at least fake her way through it, and he could leave with an image of her that was far less pathetic than last time.