I could see Bonesaw too. Her face was bloodied, her nose gushing blood, and her cheek was a ruined, abraded mess. Whatever had eaten at Parian’s dinosaur had gotten on her too, devouring the edges of her dress, one sock and part of the shoe on the same foot.
Whoops. That’s the problem with splash potions. They splash.
“You killed my mom,” Parian’s voice sounded hollow.
Oh damn, it’s personal now.
“Prepare to die.”
“My teammates did most of the actual killing, so I don’t think I did, if that makes you feel any better.”
…why is her consistent lack of understanding of other people’s values and emotions so damn endearing?
“My aunt, my best friend, my cousin… they were all here.”
“Wrong place, wrong time?” Bonesaw shrugged.
That’s not helping, Bonesaw!
Ahaha
She slapped at a wasp that had managed to get in position to sting her. She wasn’t in the area of her anti-bug smoke anymore.
Well, that might be helpful?
“They told me to run, to protect the kids. But they were supposed to escape while I handled that,” Parian sounded lost, dazed. “I thought they’d get away, so I played dead. I didn’t know.”
She did play dead! I’m not sure if she means while she was in costume or not, but I do lean towards that.
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