A return - October 20th meeting

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[glow=black,1,400]YOU'RE JUST TOO PERFECT FOR MY HANDS TO HOLD — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

"We've gotta get her, alive or...not. Arrow paced, having listened to the meeting and really only focused on that one small part. Not that everything else wasn't important it was just...she couldn't stay here, warm and comfortable while Delilah was in that shit hole. And she knew what it was like there. She'd seen it. The casual conversation she'd been forced to overhear about whether or not the Pitt was gonna chop her up and divide her body to be devoured made her sick, and not for the reason one would think. She was a piece of shit, a tough little asshat, Delilah was soft. She was already so nervous. They would destroy her.

She felt guilty, like Morgan. Arrow wasn't there for Delilah either, she hadn't even seen it happen. What if Delilah escaped and they were all in Sunhaven? The short fur along her spine raised as best as it could. "If she's not dead now, she fucking will be if we leave her there to rot. Those cactus fuckers get their rocks off with torture, where d'you think I was, comin' back all bloody and broken up? If you won't help her out, I fucking will, we'll see if they remember my face." Arrow spat, deciding she was done here. She wasn't mad at Morgan, nah, he was stressed enough. She was mad at the Pitt, mad at herself. She'd get Flower Girl back.

And so she left the meeting. That was that.