Bitch had reacted to something I’d said towards the end there, flinched, almost.
The kindred spirit thing, or the social struggles?
I sighed. This isn’t accomplishing anything. I looked at my territory. The plumes of smoke had turned the sky a gray-black in color, some of which glowed faintly orange with the reflected light of the fires.
I mean, this is probably the most important interaction the two of you have ever had, but yeah. It’s kinda fruitless so far, in-universe.
The occasional spark floated through the air from one of the fires that burned around a nearby corner.
The world is in flames. Taylor’s world, anyway.
No.
Skitter’s world.
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