And what had Lightning somehow missed doing entirely? Meeting up with Snow again, of course.
Frustrated, the young woman was like a wild animal in a small cage, going over everything from the day, chastising herself mentally over and over for what she could have done. Even forcing down the thankfully-bland pink dinner down was difficult in her tense state, but she made herself do it anyway as she paced from one end of the room to the other. She needed her energy. She needed to get out of here. Now.
Or at least as soon as she could track down Hope again, and ideally, Snow at the same time. And somehow figure out an escape without them killing each other--
... She needed to figure out how to keep them from killing each other, damn it! Snow wasn't so much a worry if she could somehow convince him to think before he blurted things out in front of the boy, but Hope... if he was really in the place mentally and emotionally that she suspected, it was possible he was still after the older man. After revenge.
She glanced over at the long knife laying on her bed, next to the too-short sword, and wondered for what was far removed from the first time what had happened to the survival knife that she carried with her as a gift from her sister. The same pseudo-weapon that Hope had apparently tried to finish the NORA leader off with.
F6
Frustrated, the young woman was like a wild animal in a small cage, going over everything from the day, chastising herself mentally over and over for what she could have done. Even forcing down the thankfully-bland pink dinner down was difficult in her tense state, but she made herself do it anyway as she paced from one end of the room to the other. She needed her energy. She needed to get out of here. Now.
Or at least as soon as she could track down Hope again, and ideally, Snow at the same time. And somehow figure out an escape without them killing each other--
... She needed to figure out how to keep them from killing each other, damn it! Snow wasn't so much a worry if she could somehow convince him to think before he blurted things out in front of the boy, but Hope... if he was really in the place mentally and emotionally that she suspected, it was possible he was still after the older man. After revenge.
She glanced over at the long knife laying on her bed, next to the too-short sword, and wondered for what was far removed from the first time what had happened to the survival knife that she carried with her as a gift from her sister. The same pseudo-weapon that Hope had apparently tried to finish the NORA leader off with.
What to do...?