you wouldn't be the first renegade to need somebody
Flora folds her arms and fixes Maea with a steely, unyielding gaze as the rain drums relentlessly against the weathered planks. "Do you ever stop to listen to yourself?" she spits, her tone cutting through the downpour like shattered glass. Her eyes narrow, and she shakes her head slowly, as if the steady patter of the rain itself echoes her disapproval. "You could not sound like more of an asshole if you tried." Tugging at her jacket, the queen gives her head a shake.
"Maybe no one has ever properly told you before, but it's this—" Gesturing with an elbow so as to keep her arms wrapped tightly around herself, "—that's the reason everyone hates you. It isn't when you fuck up, it's this fucking nonsense that comes out of your mouth. Why the fuck would I want you as a scapegoat?" Lifting her brows, Flora pauses only for one theatric beat.
"The answer is that I wouldn't; I have absolutely no fucking need to. It's just some nonsense for you to say to make it seem like you're taking accountability for your actions by offering to be some sacrificial lamb that no one ever asked for." Flora's words come out clipped and harsh as heat floods her cheeks.
"Go start over somewhere else. You aren't welcome here."
"Maybe no one has ever properly told you before, but it's this—" Gesturing with an elbow so as to keep her arms wrapped tightly around herself, "—that's the reason everyone hates you. It isn't when you fuck up, it's this fucking nonsense that comes out of your mouth. Why the fuck would I want you as a scapegoat?" Lifting her brows, Flora pauses only for one theatric beat.
"The answer is that I wouldn't; I have absolutely no fucking need to. It's just some nonsense for you to say to make it seem like you're taking accountability for your actions by offering to be some sacrificial lamb that no one ever asked for." Flora's words come out clipped and harsh as heat floods her cheeks.
"Go start over somewhere else. You aren't welcome here."
