don't ruin this on me

your dreams are all full of war
you are from another time

The Honeybee wasn’t one to play dumb (unless she was actually being stupid, there’s a difference) and her scowl remained as more of the subject matter seemed to be unfurling. That this involved her uncle was not even remotely surprising, because most shit seemed to still somehow lead back to him. And while he’d certainly tried to be better, this one aspect of telling everything about what was going on had uh…led them here.

Which Melita didn’t quite appreciate. There had to be some take and give here man.

Frowning, and letting one massive breath go, she considered the options. There was always lying, which wouldn’t serve either of them much of anything since they both knew better. She’d be circling the drawn lines and coming back to square one, and she wanted the woman out of her ship. “Do for me?” She inquired, brow arching. Not kill me would be ideal. “Or are you saying you want me to forget what he said?” Not spread it around (hey – she’d been good so far because she actually hadn’t said a word, look at that).

salvation doesn't look like light
So what remains?

Melita