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"Leave a missive, but be brief about it."

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[conflictresolution]

I don't have to try; my existence is enough to blow your hair up the back of your neck.

Oh do tell the long winding hours of pondering your sister's abandonment. I've heard her side after all.

[grappler]

oh yeah, i know you have. you've taken it and twisted it to your needs while i was sitting rotting in jail. i know. you don't have to monologue to me about it.

[conflictresolution]

I have her a home and a family when you walked away. There was nothing twisted about it, but let's drink to families trying to murder one another.

[grappler]

you know what, i'm not even going to waste breath reminding you what happened to me after i walked away and that i would've come back. it's like talking to a fucking wall.

but sure. i'll drink to that.

[conflictresolution]

But you didn't.

[grappler]

yeah because your dog kidnapped me. do you even know what it's like to watch your family die right in front of your eyes? not once, but twice? and you lash out at the person who matters most to you?

i was fucking scared. i was a kid. i ran because i needed a goddamn breath and then i was coming back to her. don't you think i fucking kicked myself enough while i was in jail? i know i should've never left her.

all you wanna do is twist it all into your favor. whatever in your warped little brain helps you and Jinx sleep better at night.

[she said she wasn't going to waste her breath, but Silco always makes her feel some sort of way.]

[conflictresolution]

Oh no, how could I ever know what such loss looks like?

[It wasn't as if she would believe him even if he did regale her with the stories, of the mines, of listening to those last breaths in the dark and fumbling around to find them in the utter silence that followed their passing.

They were all children when the first deaths happened. That was the way of the Undercity. One grows up fast, learns harsh lessons or dies to them.]

Keep telling yourself that, girl. Your opinion of me doesn't matter, just as I expect my opinion of you holds no bearing on how you operate.

[grappler]

basically.

at least we can fucking agree to that.

[conflictresolution]

Practically friends.