You don't know what you're missin' [o, Dimitri return]

[ATBASH CIPHER.]

ATBASH CIPHER

is someone else in me,
waiting to break free?

"You... got hurt." That was putting it lightly. Atbash was, for lack of a better term, practically disabled. The she-cat could still see out of her remaining eye, but it definitely was putting a damper on things nowadays. Although most of the wounds Stryker and his goons inflicted healed, there was no way in hiding the scar on the side of her face. The socket was closed, of course, but that still didn't change the fact that there were large claw marks on that side. Thankfully the wound seemed to heal properly, but that was all thanks to Izuku before he disappeared. Atbash worried about him and prayed to the stars that The Pitt didn't end up murdering him. And it'd be my fault. She was the reason The Pitt invaded in the first place.

Stop feeling sorry for yourself. Atbash mentally snapped at herself, flicking her ears as she focused on Dimitri's words. "Yes, I... believe Dagon is the one who fought." She responded. "I'll help fix up the garden, I promise." She went on quickly, trying to change the subject. "My father was a farmer and Vigenere used to help plant things all the time, and I learned from him."

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