Some people have an identity.
A familiar voice broke through the fog of her mind, making her look up. Her arms were a bundle of garbage and she had to shift her body to keep a hold of them as she straightened to her full height. Squinting her eyes to clear the bleary film, she asked, "Talyson?" The man definitely looked like the courier, but thoughts were coming slowly. Turning her head away, she noticed the load she carried. Thal couldn't think of a good excuse for the trash and a monotonous voice came from her in response. "Nobody cleaned after LongNight." It was a pitiful sound that she didn't recognize as her own. It was weak, lacking any of her usual snark.
Still swaying from the lingering alcohol, a piece fell from her grasp onto the ground, echoing a clink through the alleyway. As she knelt to retrieve it, another two jumped from her arms. She knew that she shouldn't be acting like this. A strong, brave pirate captain didn't get drunk and pick up garbage in an alleyway. But most of them didn't have friends. Especially not friends who died right in front of them. Gritting her teeth, she reached to pick up the escaping items, trying to push the image of Maea's limp white body from her mind.
Still swaying from the lingering alcohol, a piece fell from her grasp onto the ground, echoing a clink through the alleyway. As she knelt to retrieve it, another two jumped from her arms. She knew that she shouldn't be acting like this. A strong, brave pirate captain didn't get drunk and pick up garbage in an alleyway. But most of them didn't have friends. Especially not friends who died right in front of them. Gritting her teeth, she reached to pick up the escaping items, trying to push the image of Maea's limp white body from her mind.
I have an alibi.
I have a shadow self.
I have a shadow self.
Thalassa
