Rum and Rumors

I've done nothing wrong
Except for all the atrocities

Melita’s brow remained arched; maybe half in amusement, half in expectation. Flora already seemed irritated with Aurelia, and the Honeybee herself was indulgent into the emotion simply because of the years long gone by, and her own spiteful manifestations. But she would hear some explanations, she supposed, wondering how much they’d matter in the long run, and if others would hear and simply hand wave them away. Though she gave a wink in the Doubletake’s accord as soon as the ‘what the fuck’ signal had flown.

Oh she’d already gone to see Jack. Melita might’ve paid well to have been a fly on that god damned wall. “Soooo you won’t be back on the Ark then?” Her head tilted vaguely, either predacious or simply being an annoying fuckwit, like a cat batting their newest prey between their paws. “Well, we’re all busy trying to fight off the Void shit,” and then she swung her hand in the direction of Starfall. “The Oerwoud, as you already saw, Feverlands, and Greatwood are already infected.” She glanced back at Flora, to see if either of them wanted to mention the unfolding plans as of late, or hold off. Besides, there seemed to be the weird bar thing going back and forth. “Depends on what you want to do, I guess.”

the honeybee

Besides that
I'm innocent