you wouldn't be the first renegade to need somebody
Flora crosses her arms and narrows her eyes, her voice low and edged with scorn. "Bullshit," she snaps. "It's been seasons since I dragged back from the desert. A thank you now is a bit late—especially when you're only saying it because I called you out." She pauses, her gaze hard as she steps closer, the smile on her face turning cruel as a flicker of anguish tightened her lips. "If you hadn't been so stupid as to kill yourself out there, Ronin could've brought Seren back instead." A flash of grief darkens the queen's gaze as she straightens. "So even if you could make ammends for being basically the shittiest person ever to Asta, I can't really think of anything off the top of my head that makes up for the fact that you're here and my sister isn't." The accusation wasn't entirely fair, and even though Flora knew it, no part of her cared.
"Why don't you go start over somewhere else?" She wonders, her words sharp as broken glass. "Why here?" Maybe no where else would take in the pale ancient, not that that was Flora's problem; if Maea had burned all of her bridges save for apparently this one, there was always the desert.
"Why don't you go start over somewhere else?" She wonders, her words sharp as broken glass. "Why here?" Maybe no where else would take in the pale ancient, not that that was Flora's problem; if Maea had burned all of her bridges save for apparently this one, there was always the desert.
