Edric
She laughed.
It wasn’t because what I said was funny. It was because she was doomed. Hence, the laughter of doom.
“What was it?” she shook her head, her breath becoming even more aggravated. I could feel an explosion coming.
“I helped your father prevent decades worth of famine. That’s not something you can particularly quantify, no?”
She shook her head. “I’m doomed.”
“Yes.”
We stared at each other for a while, none of us knowing what to say to the other. I haven’t been with other people enough to know what to say to start small talk.
‘What’s your name?’ Bane offered.
‘Diana,’ I told him.
‘Oh.’
We knew her name.
“You’ll get used to it,” I told her. “life here. It’s not the worst.”
“I don’t want to get used to it,” her voice was silent, but the words were unmistakable.
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