[ Nida doesn't answer the question and she fears the worst—they probably kill them. Hell, it's not like they could be blamed. Even she's capable of destruction on a massive scale under the right circumstances (and with the right desire). ]
He was? I've never met a witch before—or, I mean, another witch before; that's what they liked to call me.
[ And then she suddenly remembers that Nida's boyfriend is gone. She feels an uncomfortable flash of sympathy. She remembers his post. She doesn't know if she should ask about him or if the wound was still too fresh. ]
I'm kind of shit at it myself, though. To be fair, I only really found out right before I got here so I've got a pretty good excuse. [ She says it like a joke; it's not. And she's not as weak as she thinks. Hell, she knows she's not as weak as she says. ] ]
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He was? I've never met a witch before—or, I mean, another witch before; that's what they liked to call me.
[ And then she suddenly remembers that Nida's boyfriend is gone. She feels an uncomfortable flash of sympathy. She remembers his post. She doesn't know if she should ask about him or if the wound was still too fresh. ]
I'm kind of shit at it myself, though. To be fair, I only really found out right before I got here so I've got a pretty good excuse. [ She says it like a joke; it's not. And she's not as weak as she thinks. Hell, she knows she's not as weak as she says. ] ]