I write sins, not tragedies
The Wraith is silent for a long time, considering Neron with a steel-tipped gaze and then the VlamVloed itself, as it might help her tease out all the implications of his confession. Leaning on the edge of the bar, her fingernails clack against the lacquered wood a couple of times before she looks at him again, resolution etched into the set lines around her mouth. Resolution and sadness.
“Okay. Then I think we need to make it look like Remi attacked you too. If we’re going to make this a convincing enough lie to be your word against his. I could do that, I could find you, and no one else will ever know. If you want.” She thinks only of what might prevent retribution from Halo, and the best case scenario she can imagine is one where there is suspicion on all sides and Halo stays neutral - even if that means against Remi and against the Ascended.
“Okay. Then I think we need to make it look like Remi attacked you too. If we’re going to make this a convincing enough lie to be your word against his. I could do that, I could find you, and no one else will ever know. If you want.” She thinks only of what might prevent retribution from Halo, and the best case scenario she can imagine is one where there is suspicion on all sides and Halo stays neutral - even if that means against Remi and against the Ascended.
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