THOUGHT I KNEW YOU | ""death""

[MirrorEdge]

"Bast?" Death was something she was used to, but Thea was... unsettled by this. Because Bast had been the one who often separated her fights, and she stood, a few feet away, a blank stare on her face. "He's not dead. He can't be dead." She finally spoke after a few long moments, her voice lacking the proper amount of emotion. He couldn't be. He was strong. Strong enough that he had her respect. Somebody that she'd actually listen to. In her twisted mind, this made him immortal. An immortal person could not be killed, right? Not unless it was somebody stronger. And there couldn't be somebody stronger, right? That was the only way she still functioned, her broken mind not quite processing this.

Yet the alarming amount of blood said differently, and the 'sorry' written next to it. Who did that? If they actually managed to kill Bast, if, they should be proud. Not sorry. Maybe they were sorry because they couldn't kill him? For now, the Arabian leopard sat there, confused and unsure what to do, pale blue eyes holding an unreadable emotion.

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