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"Sure still looks the same as I remember it."
Arrow frowned, then scowled, at the sands of the home the Pitt called their own, once it started looking less new and more familiar. The actual trek there wasn't something she remembered, because the last time she'd been here, she was knocked out the whole way. But the point where she woke up had not been forgotten, not after all these seasons gone, not even after death. Maybe her grudge had been taken too far, gone on too long. After all, her almost executioner was probably long gone, buried somewhere deep in the sands, or had managed to break her chains and leave for good. She had pondered this now and again, but no matter how she tried to spin it, the Pitt was responsible either way. And it was certainly hard to forget an incident that left her crippled beyond saving, no?
Dante was the name that was spat out by Aurum like something distasteful, and initially she thought it was familiar, but couldn't place why. Was he infamous and just didn't remember? No. No, she'd recall. It did take her some time, and after a lot of prying in her own recollections, she came around to why the name Dante Northwest rang an unusual bell in her head. Sure, he was old as fuck at this point, just like her no doubt, but he'd been there. He'd been there to watch her get maimed, brutalized, and the grudge started all over again. Small world after all, wasn't it? He hadn't hurt her, but beat the everloving shit out of her close companion. And reasonable agreements had never been something that ever crossed her mind.
The ghost stuck close to her Luminary, lip curling over her teeth as she released a quiet hiss, considering how simply beautiful the image of Dante fending for himself with no medical aid or food was. But then again, something nagged at her that it wasn't enough. It wouldn't be enough. Personally, she was fond of an "eye for an eye" system of justice delivered. Her green eyes traveled to Atbash, and she knew that there was also a personal grudge that outweighed all of theirs put together. The savannah wouldn't make the accusation, but she would.
"Some weak ass attempts, man. You're tellin' us the risk was worth your merciless punishments?" Arrow raised her brow, wrapping her head around the speech. Leave Dante out in the desert, good. Getting kicked around by the group that he spat on, bad. Was there something more to this than just that? "We don't have to murder him, right, big guy?" She patted one of Aurum's massive shoulders with an ethereal paw, tilting her head in disdain. "Just rough him up, a lotta bit, after his soul searching journey in the sand pit. Shit, I know it's rough but the wilderness could just as easily make him tougher than before, and less afraid of you. But I don't know Dante Northwest. Besides, if we didn't try to fuck his shit up where you failed, hell, it would look bad on our part."
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"Sure still looks the same as I remember it."
Arrow frowned, then scowled, at the sands of the home the Pitt called their own, once it started looking less new and more familiar. The actual trek there wasn't something she remembered, because the last time she'd been here, she was knocked out the whole way. But the point where she woke up had not been forgotten, not after all these seasons gone, not even after death. Maybe her grudge had been taken too far, gone on too long. After all, her almost executioner was probably long gone, buried somewhere deep in the sands, or had managed to break her chains and leave for good. She had pondered this now and again, but no matter how she tried to spin it, the Pitt was responsible either way. And it was certainly hard to forget an incident that left her crippled beyond saving, no?
Dante was the name that was spat out by Aurum like something distasteful, and initially she thought it was familiar, but couldn't place why. Was he infamous and just didn't remember? No. No, she'd recall. It did take her some time, and after a lot of prying in her own recollections, she came around to why the name Dante Northwest rang an unusual bell in her head. Sure, he was old as fuck at this point, just like her no doubt, but he'd been there. He'd been there to watch her get maimed, brutalized, and the grudge started all over again. Small world after all, wasn't it? He hadn't hurt her, but beat the everloving shit out of her close companion. And reasonable agreements had never been something that ever crossed her mind.
The ghost stuck close to her Luminary, lip curling over her teeth as she released a quiet hiss, considering how simply beautiful the image of Dante fending for himself with no medical aid or food was. But then again, something nagged at her that it wasn't enough. It wouldn't be enough. Personally, she was fond of an "eye for an eye" system of justice delivered. Her green eyes traveled to Atbash, and she knew that there was also a personal grudge that outweighed all of theirs put together. The savannah wouldn't make the accusation, but she would.
"Some weak ass attempts, man. You're tellin' us the risk was worth your merciless punishments?" Arrow raised her brow, wrapping her head around the speech. Leave Dante out in the desert, good. Getting kicked around by the group that he spat on, bad. Was there something more to this than just that? "We don't have to murder him, right, big guy?" She patted one of Aurum's massive shoulders with an ethereal paw, tilting her head in disdain. "Just rough him up, a lotta bit, after his soul searching journey in the sand pit. Shit, I know it's rough but the wilderness could just as easily make him tougher than before, and less afraid of you. But I don't know Dante Northwest. Besides, if we didn't try to fuck his shit up where you failed, hell, it would look bad on our part."