06-30-2024, 10:06 AM
(i can’’t be saved) reaching for the life I threw away
watching as it circles in the drain
Lucia bit her lip. A serpentine fang poked out against her lip. Her pink eyes lost their focus on Monty as she considered his question. Enough that she could be present? After a hesitation, though, she grinned. Still with that fang popped on her bottom lip. “Yeah, I can be present.”
At Monty’s next question, though, a shadow of confusion. Her right ear twitched.
Behind her pink eyes, more calculations. The conclusion had been obvious—she’d taken Meteor’s lack of confrontation for granted—but how to explain the why? She shook her head. “I’ve been presumed dead for years. I know where the Descendants live. I could’ve returned at any time.” She tapped a paw on an ice-shined rock, glanced at it as she thought. She was, perhaps, exposing some of her own Meteor-like cognition here. In many ways, she considered herself more similar to Meteor than Monty.
“Meteor won’t care where I’ve been. If I’m not a chess piece on his board… with no possibility of returning to usefulness upon the Big Island… then, well… why should he bother with me?” She shook her head. “Acting out of emotion for a long-gone ex-girlfriend wouldn’t just be inefficient. It would make him look weak. Assuming he even has feelings left for me, which I doubt. I moved on long ago.” She grinned at Monty. “Meteor has probably done the same.”
Then, about the plan. She nodded. “We do need a plan.” Then a giggle. “Unless you plan on eating anything valuable you find to smuggle out in your stomach and intestines, but that might kill you. So, please, that was a joke.”
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