RISING FROM THE ASHES // o, discovering power

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Sweeny showed up, scoffing and mocking him that branding wasn't the thing he should worry about. She was one of the traitors, if he remembered correctly, shooting a confirming glance towards Dante before returning  his bloodred gaze to the kitsune. He knew she had disliked him from the beginning and had no doubt she'd have killed him  but he was well in his prime and he wasn't going to let some young fuck trample all over him. Fuck Gael and his punishment, he didn't care. He'd be living his life as normal. Not like he couldn't hunt.
The smoke tapped against his shoulder, spiking in Sweeny's direction, but he waved them off. "Sweeny, I have a genuine question. How is it like, not being able to choose where your loyalty lies and wandering around between two groups?"

#psychosocial.