they say that war is hell, but,
true hell begins when the battle ends
and you're the only one whose
hands still drip red
She agrees with the initial analysis. That it was interesting. And as her question leaves her lips, her gaze flickering between her palms and his, she notices the control wavering in his, the sputtering of her own where she can’t even draw on it. His question reaches her, and she focuses on her hands, palms facing up as though she could summon it. But she reactivates it, watching as it sparks to life before her with a shiver along her spine at the flames so close to her face. “It turns mine off when I use it.” She purses her lips thoughtfully, swirling the flame around her finger briefly before activating the upgrade once more and watches as it disappears.
Her gaze drifts toward Deimos with a raised brow. "Well, that's certainly something, isn't it?"
Her gaze drifts toward Deimos with a raised brow. "Well, that's certainly something, isn't it?"
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