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This was going nowhere, and yet going downward all at the same time. The longer the tensions continued, Arrow suddenly had a unusual feeling of regret, once the agitation of Els's beat down simmered away. She didn't want this. Heaven forgive her. She didn't want to persecute every member of the Pitt, despite her grudge. This wasn't the same group, not at heart. Was she projecting? She didn't need to take them out, she just wanted Dante. Something about Atticus' agitation struck a cord in her chest.
"Fuckin' hell, what are we doing? What am I doin'?" With a stressed whisper, Arrow inhaled sharply and exhaled with a frustrated sigh, feeling like she had just aged five years. This didn't feel honorable, not even for poor Elsweyr. And what if people got hurt later because of this? The Coalition wasn't dead yet, taking more damage to the broken Tanglewood probably wasn't...great. She felt the loved ones of her past might have shook their heads disapprovingly at siding with, y'know, the Pitt, but what was she to do? This wasn't war, this was a double crossing bastard who swung without reason. "I don't want war. We don't want war. Just...Dante, the guy, y'know. Justice, or whatever. Just woulda liked to see him limp off with the same injuries. Eye for an eye, you know the drill." The ghost blinked and cast her gaze at Kian, as if to silently agree with his suggestion, that it was absolutely what she would have liked to ask for. Ah, geez. Elsie would've killed her if she heard what just came out of her own mouth. Cowardice.
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This was going nowhere, and yet going downward all at the same time. The longer the tensions continued, Arrow suddenly had a unusual feeling of regret, once the agitation of Els's beat down simmered away. She didn't want this. Heaven forgive her. She didn't want to persecute every member of the Pitt, despite her grudge. This wasn't the same group, not at heart. Was she projecting? She didn't need to take them out, she just wanted Dante. Something about Atticus' agitation struck a cord in her chest.
"Fuckin' hell, what are we doing? What am I doin'?" With a stressed whisper, Arrow inhaled sharply and exhaled with a frustrated sigh, feeling like she had just aged five years. This didn't feel honorable, not even for poor Elsweyr. And what if people got hurt later because of this? The Coalition wasn't dead yet, taking more damage to the broken Tanglewood probably wasn't...great. She felt the loved ones of her past might have shook their heads disapprovingly at siding with, y'know, the Pitt, but what was she to do? This wasn't war, this was a double crossing bastard who swung without reason. "I don't want war. We don't want war. Just...Dante, the guy, y'know. Justice, or whatever. Just woulda liked to see him limp off with the same injuries. Eye for an eye, you know the drill." The ghost blinked and cast her gaze at Kian, as if to silently agree with his suggestion, that it was absolutely what she would have liked to ask for. Ah, geez. Elsie would've killed her if she heard what just came out of her own mouth. Cowardice.