“I don’t want to talk about the weather!” Burnscar snapped the words, in a mixture of desperation and anger. Her eyes flashed orange and flame flared around her hands, then it all faded.
Power tied to anger, sounds about right. Was I onto something with my anger management spitball?
“Sorry.”
“I… um. How are you? How have you been, since you escaped?”
Hm.
Maybe that’s how it all ties together: the asylum. Burnscar as a clingy fellow inmate?
“Been… been good. Good people.” So hard to articulate my thoughts, even on a good day.
She’s been good people.
Wait, no, that’s Regent’s job.
“They take care of me. Faultline helped… more than any doctor I’ve had.”
This is one of the things I like about the Crew, besides simply the fun characters – they’re a bunch of misfits who, while outwardly all in it for the money, focus on helping each other with their various hurdles and mysterious backstories. They’re so inwardly supportive and it’s great. Elle is right to call them a family.
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