It didn’t take long to settle into some semblance of a routine. I’d take a nap, someone would wake me up, and Will would watch Makatza try to push me into half-shift. For all her parentage, I don’t think she’s trying. It annoys me, because she only gets a short amount of time to recover before going to open a fight.
She doesn’t lose often. When she does, we don’t eat. She doesn’t talk. She just sits in her corner. I know how much it hurts her to ‘let us down,’ but I can’t find it in myself to be angry at her.
The one I’m angry at is Will. He kidn*pped Makatza. He’s the one who took her under his wing, and when presented with a ‘better option,’ threw her into this hellhole. He’s the one responsible for her soon-to-be-permanent injuries. It’s hard to tell how long she has left, she heals
