Panacea was waiting in an alley when we arrived, arms folded. Her brown hair was tucked underneath an army green mosh cap, the brim pulled low.
Well, at least approaching her won’t be too hard, if she’s willing to just stand and wait. She doesn’t seem happy about her company, but she does seem to accept that they’re arriving without trying to run away or anything like that.
She looked exhausted, worn out. She had that same devastated look in her eyes that I had seen in her cousin and aunt on the day of the Endbringer attack.
Makes sense. She’s practically lost her family, like they had that day. Even if in her case, it was a choice, she’s not going to be happy about it.
“I see you’ve got the two other horsemen of the apocalypse with you. Where’s number four?”
Heh. Still got a bit of dry wit, good to hear.
I shook my head. “Horsemen of the apocalypse?”
“Nevermind.”
Is Taylor not familiar with them, or did she just not expect to be likened to one?
Hm…
- Pestilence = Skitter
- War = Bitch
- Famine = ???
- Death = Grue
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