I think I'll need an Ethan icon. Hm.
For the first time in weeks, Ethan woke up with the purpose of doing more than nursing his pride in fast food and alcohol. Needling the woman who’d dragged him to safety against his will sounded like a nice step up in the healing process. “So, how does a goody-good like you end up under D’Hoffryn’s claws?”
Anyanka huffed.
He laughed. “Alright. Let’s say you’re really a badass. How do you explain falling in with Rupert’s crowd?”
“Special circumstances.”
“And he hasn’t yet tried to make a hero out of you?”
She stared at him blankly.
Ethan sighed. “Lucky you.”
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Anyanka huffed.
He laughed. “Alright. Let’s say you’re really a badass. How do you explain falling in with Rupert’s crowd?”
“Special circumstances.”
“And he hasn’t yet tried to make a hero out of you?”
She stared at him blankly.
Ethan sighed. “Lucky you.”
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