they say looks can kill and i might try

Draw the cat eye, sharp enough to kill a man
You did some bad things, but I'm the worst of them

Looking back, Noe wasn’t sure how she and Jude had become best friends. She knew when it had happened and why it had happened, but she’d never been a particularly nurturing sort. Seeing him at his worst, though, he opened up a hole inside her soul, a need to fix and mend and support - something that only came out when she was around him. It only made sense that he would want to do so for her now, she supposed, even as she balked at accepting his help. He had enough to deal with without adding her issues to the mix.

”You don’t have to do that,” she protested, but it was a half-hearted sort of thing. Now that her fury had left her, she was simply tired - so, so tired - and the thought of tracking Koa down to talk to him, to convince him to meet in the middle, just sounded exhausting. But still she didn’t accept. Perhaps it was her stubborn pride, the very think she’d been cursing Koa for only moments before, but there was a niggling part of her mind that told her not to let Jude take care of her, that it was supposed to be the other way around between them.

”Besides, what will I do if you leave?” she asked, half pouting. ”If Koa’s gone, and you’re gone…” Who else was there to talk to, if not Vox? If she was to uphold her end of the bargain, would that leave her… alone?

Sometimes I wonder which one will be your last lie
They say looks can kill and I might try

Noe