I nodded.
“Then Leviathan came. The sirens woke us up early in the morning, we hurried to the shelter, and by the time it was midday, we were standing in front of what used to be our house.
RIP.
Actually, maybe I should save that until I know whether the uncle survived. That “we” could very easily be just Sierra and Bryce.
Flattened, everything we ever owned was gone.”
“I’m sorry.”
I’m guessing Sierra wasn’t exactly expecting to hear that either.
From the look on her face, it seemed like I’d surprised her again. What kind of image did she have of me?
What kind of image did you have of villains until you became one? This isn’t a new situation to you, you’re just on the other side of it now.
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