I've been smoked out of heaven
I won't go down easy
“Yeah, an’ if you go ‘round tellin’ folks I said somethin’ nice, yer tab’s gonna come at the Hanged Man,” I throw back with a look an’ a smile. Until I remember that the bar needs repairin’ an’ it’s all kindsa fucked. “Y’know, when I get it cleaned up again,” I mutter, that familiar scowl back. It don’t linger, cause Zeph’s just called me wise (fuck yeah I am) but it’s clear I got worries an’ some other things on m’mind. “Yeh, I know.” I’ll never have a friend like Ella again, so that kinda loss is a one-time thing. It’s like losin’ a sister, a piece’a ya that ya didn’t think twice about an’ took it for granted until it was gone. “But that’s livin’. Either yeh let ‘em in an’ take a risk or not. But only you can decide if it’s worth it.”
“Like these fuckin’ Outlanders. We let ‘em in. Has it been worth it?” I shrug, genuinely not knowin’ the answer. Things ain’t worse, yet. But I also know most’a the conflict comes around Jack an’ smugglin’, so maybe we just can’t tell until the Ark’s back.
-Fin
may not be brave, but I'm stubborn as hell
RAZA
