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[we_bring_hell]

Nothing is wrong. Well, nothing new is wrong. It's just that sometimes you wake up and hate everything, starting with yourself and extending outward from there.


She has snarled at Gideon, banished Gideon to the distant past, and is now sulking about being abandoned by Gideon. She was trying to work on the Lyctoral theorems, but her bile got in the way, and now she's chewing on her interdimensional communication mechanism.

She is considering burning characters into her living bones while her cavalier is away and without a healer standing by, because she may be 90% of Gideon's self-control but Gideon is 70% of her self-preservation.

The Mountain Goats is blaring; Transcendental Youth.

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[herald_ingress]

“I don’t judge you at all, Harrow. I’m glad I was able to provide a little distraction.”

[we_bring_hell]

Harrow turns and begins to stalk back toward the bar. But she goes slow enough for Ingress to catch up.

[herald_ingress]

Ingress catches up to her in a few strides, and they remain in a companionable silence on the walk back to the bar.