Honey, these arms that once held you are ready to fight
“No, or I would have realized sooner I think. We also talked about magic theory, and went out onto the beach to use our magic on the ocean. Scared a few tourists, though I’m not sure who you could track down for witness statements.” Though Hotaru doubts they would anyway. It has been made clear to her that this is personal, and scarcely a trial at all. Deimos’ exile judgment at this point would be preferable to sitting here answering the same questions over and over.
“Deimos doesn’t talk much of his own emotions,” she snorts softly, fingertips tapping on her thigh. “At least not when others are the one sharing, you know? Like taking turns. He’s not super talkative in the first place, and most days he won’t mention Nate or Sunjata to me even if I bring them up because he knows it upsets me.” The honesty grates at her. She doesn’t trust this woman, but she can’t afford to lie either.
“Deimos doesn’t talk much of his own emotions,” she snorts softly, fingertips tapping on her thigh. “At least not when others are the one sharing, you know? Like taking turns. He’s not super talkative in the first place, and most days he won’t mention Nate or Sunjata to me even if I bring them up because he knows it upsets me.” The honesty grates at her. She doesn’t trust this woman, but she can’t afford to lie either.
HOTARU
