( i would have to be truly desperate to accept that offer comes the first childish lash of anger, with nowhere to lay down her rage. she backspaces, finds the petty i thought you didn't need my protection does her no favors, in a manor where everything is in excess — save for trust, save for allies. for a few suspended moments, there's three hovering dots on armand's screen, alina starkov is typing ... )
I'm afraid we'll find that out soon enough. Keep safe, Armand.
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I'm afraid we'll find that out soon enough.
Keep safe, Armand.