don't ruin this on me

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

Melita listened – let it be known she was capable – as the possibilities were rattled off. Safety for the Firecracker, infection (she’d heard enough details from Sunjata on some portions of what that meant), but it was the finality of the other one that had her tempted.

Because favors could encompass a whole matter of things, and as she reasoned, it made sense to her. Not death. She could protect her uncle from his yapping mouth and changed honesty, and from anyone else that might go after him. And it would buy more time to gain intel on anything else that could be done.

On the whole, a decent exchange. And if her eyes looked a little mercurial and greedier then, it wouldn’t be much of a surprise. “An owed favor then, for my silence and convenient memory loss.” Her brow arched, to see if Dahlia was in agreement.

salvation doesn't look like light
So what remains?

Melita