Don't use the N word

I'm a lady, like whoa
I could bring you to your knees

He adjusts the tune to tolerate her less-than-stellar musical skills. It’s a good thing she could wield a knife or a sword, because she was useless at the arts. Though according to Oliver she told a good story. How much credit she could take for that skill though was up for debate. Their mother told a good story, and Weaver just happened to remember well enough to parrot.

The song is cut short, a sure sign of Korbin’s mood today. Today. Most days. He had lost something of himself after the accident, and she hated knowing that she’d been part of that reason. Even if all the blame in the world did not change things, even if all the conditions could have been perfect and it may not have mattered. She still feels responsible.

He brings up Sunjata again, and she turns to face him, propped up on one elbow. She wants to tell him the whole truth, because he’s right, there is more to it than meets the eye. Yet the truth is she can’t trust him with the full knowledge. He’s too against, too rebellious, too different now. ”You’re gonna have to trust that I can take care of myself, little brother.” It wouldn’t be a surprise that she’d found an underground guild, but of course, the whole point of underground guilds is not to talk about them. She knows the black market in Halo, has been trying to get herself into the black market of Torchline….Weaver wasn’t exactly the sort who kept her nose out of trouble.

weaver

get you kicked out the Garden of Eden