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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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[we_bring_hell]

Harrow nods. "I respect a creature that treasures its solitude," she says solemnly. "May I return to mine?"

[herald_ingress]

“No, I shall now hold you captive and force you to play ridiculous games that you hate and have some fun, damn it all,” Ingress says, her expression serious. Then her face lights up with her usual smile.

“Of course, friend. I’ll walk you back, if it’s all right with you.”

[we_bring_hell]

Harrow bows her head in acquiescence and rises. "I hope you do not judge me an utter ingrate," she says. "I appreciate your attentions."

[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.