[SE] Familiar or Forgetful?

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

Given she’d already weeded out the weak and unimpressive, Melita yawned, secure in her chaotic frame. Thal’s flash of fangs and challenge amused her; mostly because she had every intention of beating the audacity away – confident and assured in her capabilities, despite the past…death. “Sure,” she mused, placing her empty glass further along the wooden frame so the bartender could snag it on the way by. “Beach should do.” It wasn’t too late in the day, and if any locals or tourists ended up scurrying around and in the pathway of destruction, that was their problem.

With the acceptance granted, they’d be able to sidle out towards some yet-to-be determined spot, likely a pair of emboldened fools.

[FIN]

salvation doesn't look like light
So what remains?

Melita