I just wanna talk about fantasy

you wouldn't be the first renegade to need somebody

Flora folds her arms and lets out a derisive snort, the steady rain drumming on the weathered planks of the docks behind her. "I don't need to ask Melita shit," she says, her tone clipped. Either the Honeybee had a good reason for shooting Maea or she didn't, and it just as the ancient had said: it was beyond her control. "Ronin brought you back because he's a good person—something you clearly have no understanding of—and showing up here unannounced? Great way to make amends." Already the queen was growing tired of hearing Maea feign taking responsibility, as if just saying the words was in any way good enough. "You put us all in hot water with the Family at your stupid ball, you've been horrible to Danta and Asta, Melita clearly doesn't like you, you've been rude to me, and as far as I can tell, you're of absolutely no benefit to Torchline." Hadama was presumably the friend that the ancient was talking about, but given that he could teleport, the queen couldn't see why Maea couldn't just settle somewhere else.

With a sharp sigh, Flora shakes her head, covering the murmur of distant voices and the persistent patter of rain for a moment. As for talk of cannibalism? The queen keeps her expression coldly neutral; if she's surprised at all she's quick to hide it. The government Maea was talking about had to be either the Grounds or King's End given she couldn't venture to Halo, and between Danta and Sunjata, it wasn't hard to guess who'd allow for such a thing. Even so, Flora just shakes her head. "What the actual fuck is that supposed to mean?"