Well. Guess the jig was up. Guts likes to think he was decent at lying, but he got the distinct feeling that Lashan was seeing right through him. Like she could read their thoughts, or something.
He turns to watch Vena sniffle and cry in her corner, frowning in turn. A part of him reels at the display of weakness, but only because he could recognize it as something familiar. The part of him he tries so desperately to finish strangling in its bed.
"Don't worry, she included a buncha other cryptic crap in there, too."
That part was honest. Something about jinxes and being cursed by man or whatever. Pinkies were involved. Not that it held any particular meaning to him, here.
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He turns to watch Vena sniffle and cry in her corner, frowning in turn. A part of him reels at the display of weakness, but only because he could recognize it as something familiar. The part of him he tries so desperately to finish strangling in its bed.
"Don't worry, she included a buncha other cryptic crap in there, too."
That part was honest. Something about jinxes and being cursed by man or whatever. Pinkies were involved. Not that it held any particular meaning to him, here.