“I suppose being twitchy is excusable,” Flechette excused Shadow Stalker, looking out beyond the rooftop to the dark streets. Some of the buildings looked ready to fall over, and the main street below the pair had a two-foot crack running down the middle. Water covered everything at the ground level, a half-foot deep. “And the apology is accepted.”
Honestly, that apology was more than I expected.
And yeah, under these conditions, the twitchiness is understandable.
“So. You joining the team?”
“No. Temporary stay, until you guys fill out your ranks again. Maybe a few weeks, maybe as much as a month or two. Weld told me you were out on patrol, that you might need backup.”
Right.
Some time has definitely passed, though it’s unclear exactly how much. How much progress has Weld made on rectifying his first impression?
“I don’t do backup, and I don’t do the team thing unless someone makes me, but I’m willing to hang with another crossbow aficionado. Is that the right word? Aficionado?”
I think you’re spelling it wrong in your speech… I’m pretty sure it’s either two Fs or two Cs… let’s see – ah, no, never mind. Just me.
But yeah, it’s the right word.
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