how do you wanna face it? when the end is so close you can taste it
Exploring. What a delightfully vague answer. I raise a brow, not quite believing that she’s just exploring, but ain’t gonna pry on this one. Or so I tell myself. Tying the bag shut and throwing it over my shoulder, I look back the way I came and give a little jerk of my head to indicate where I’m going and that she’s welcome to come along. “Lookin’ fer anythin’ in particular?” I ask, wondering if she might be up for something a little off the beaten path. The girl looks young, but if she’s gonna run with Jack, she better get used to seeing some shit, or at least getting wrapped up in situations.
‘Sides, Torcher kids are practically adults by thirteen or so. Some girls are mothers by fifteen, some boys are dead by sixteen. I start to saunter back through the market, sparing the barest glance over my shoulder to see if she’ll follow. If not, no hard feelings.
‘Sides, Torcher kids are practically adults by thirteen or so. Some girls are mothers by fifteen, some boys are dead by sixteen. I start to saunter back through the market, sparing the barest glance over my shoulder to see if she’ll follow. If not, no hard feelings.
