October
when the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long
and the road has been too long
'For what?' Tobi wonders brightly, before humming in response to his appreciation. Sitting down at their little table and adjusting things to maximize the amount of space available for eating on, Tobi pushes her hair out of her face, twisting the length of it over one shoulder. "Not...really. Which is odd to say, but with so many of the patients taken to Torchline, there isn't much for me to do." Picking up her fork, Tobi pokes at a clump of scrambled egg. "I don't have a clinic to run anymore, and I'm not sure that it's up to me to start organizing one if we're going to leave." This is said without any accusation or implication that they need to start making some decisions. That was true of course, but right now Tobi was just answering Finn's question as best she could.
"It seems like Ronin has things well in hand from what I've heard." Tobi remarks offhandedly, finally eating what is on her fork instead of playing with it.
"It seems like Ronin has things well in hand from what I've heard." Tobi remarks offhandedly, finally eating what is on her fork instead of playing with it.
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong
for the lucky and the strong
