PHOEBE
there's a bulletproof bond
Phoebe was silent for a moment, eyes casting down. "No. I didn't." she said at length, looking back over at him. "That he did so while he knew we both wore rings that would make it so obvious though? That I didn't expect." It was the lack of any attempt to hide it that made her most angry. The assumption that she would simply allow herself to be blatantly walked over - it made her blood boil even now.
"Not just any cat. A talking cat." Phoebe said quietly. "Everyone who has ever cared about me has left or died. At least this way I'll have someone to talk to." she explained with a matter-of-factness to her tone, despite how sad of a statement it was. It was her reality - one Remi himself had helped create as of late - but she was slowly beginning to accept it. "Yes, that is exactly what I want."
"Not just any cat. A talking cat." Phoebe said quietly. "Everyone who has ever cared about me has left or died. At least this way I'll have someone to talk to." she explained with a matter-of-factness to her tone, despite how sad of a statement it was. It was her reality - one Remi himself had helped create as of late - but she was slowly beginning to accept it. "Yes, that is exactly what I want."
between me and you
