No better version of me I could pretend to be tonight
Again he struggles not to laugh, snickering as they pass by glaring scholars who want only to read those same tomes in peace. "I never actually finished that one," Koa confesses in a hushed tone. "There was a kid a few years older than me- he'd sell summaries of all the worst reading. That's one that was definitely worth saving for." A thought occurs to him, and he glances curiously at Zavien. "You might've known him, actually. Phineas Edgewater? I think he'd be like 26 now. Huge nerd. Works here, somewhere, last I heard. Can outdrink a dragon," the young man adds, admiration in his voice.
The Voice is, of course, a sour subject, one that has Koa's teeth grinding with generational hate. "They've stayed pretty quiet so far, it seems like." Which is not reassuring, because how are they supposed to know what the devils are planning, if they refuse to make a real move? "Just this void shit spreading everywhere. But not here." Which in itself is bizarre, given the Reaper's Family ties.
The Voice is, of course, a sour subject, one that has Koa's teeth grinding with generational hate. "They've stayed pretty quiet so far, it seems like." Which is not reassuring, because how are they supposed to know what the devils are planning, if they refuse to make a real move? "Just this void shit spreading everywhere. But not here." Which in itself is bizarre, given the Reaper's Family ties.
Koa
