Old times. Elle couldn’t help it. Her thoughts turned to the bad place, the biggest of her worlds, the world she had spent the most time.
Ah, yes, old times weren’t all that great for Elle.
Is any of that because of Burnscar and her friends?
“Back when we were both having our good days? We’d talk, and I really liked those times. I look back on them fondly. One of the few moments I treasure.”
Was that before your respective trigger events, or are you in denial about how bad things were for Labyrinth?
Elle nodded. Behind Burnscar, the door to her room was changing to metal. A tiny window was expanding, bars already closing down like teeth. The wall around the door was growing tatters of cloth that rippled like they were blowing in the wind.
A metal door, a tiny barred window… is Labyrinth reflexively pushing a copy of her old asylum cell into reality?
“Fuck,” Burnscar said, “I don’t even know where to start. Since I learned you were in this city, and the group wanted to come here, I’ve been looking forward to this, seeing you again, but now I don’t know what to say.”
It really sounds like Burnscar was very close with Labyrinth.
The other way around is up in the air at the moment.
“The weather?” Elle tried, lightly joking. The wrong thing to say.
Heh.
I bet Burnscar doesn’t like rain.
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